| Looking for a reason not to stay drunk
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| All the time
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| Fell my way through the creases
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| Of those wrinkled linen sheets
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| Of time
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| You wondered off to Mexico
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| Leaving late no one know you flown
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| It was the moment I made a truce
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| Between the feather and goose
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| Come back speaking Spanish
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| I don’t mind
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| Sky water running off the mountain
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| Sliding through the light of dusty souls
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| The feel of what our grows asking the beetle
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| Of the lonely mocking bird
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| When you’re running off with money man
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| We all knew there would be no return
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| That was the moment when the breeze
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| Stashed across the wicked sees
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| And came back as the ballad of the pines
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| Sing it with me if your heart is broken
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| This is the ballad of the pines
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| Sing it with me if you’re filled with joy
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| For this is the ballad of the pines
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| Sing it with your best friends sing it to you
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| The ballad of the pines
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| They are scared and their like temples sing it to them
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| The ballad of the pines |