| Behind the wheel against the road
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| Next to you is central coast
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| The central thought within my mind
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| Is how to stay within these lines, but still be free
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| Beneith the ground the giants sleep and maybe we’re just in their dreams
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| The setting sun with every turn
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| Above the ground the oak trees burn
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| And they wheep, for rain
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| And for this endless conversation
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| Instigated by the stars
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| A pocket knife and no guitar
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| Coffee cup a deck of cards
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| To run dashboard feet
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| Flashlight children by the streem
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| A box of books
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| A book of rocks
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| One for the birds
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| One for the knots
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| That I will learn how to tie around this day
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| From sliding away
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| From this endless conversation
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| Instigated by the stars
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| A little word to keep it perdy
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| Facinated by it all
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| The first awake will stoke the coals
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| The early morning river roads
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| The last one in the swing will break
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| Stones will stake the kids will make those lines
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| Rocks and boxes by the creek
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| Words are broken smoke signals will leads us into the light
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| Into it all and
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| Always endless conversations
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| Implicated by the stars
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| A little wood to keep it burning
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| Facinated by it all |