| Crystal falls, where I used to live
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| The California town, home of some ridge
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| They called me, and how they gave me some mics
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| It was just the team and, that place was out of sight
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| I’m looking back, the embers of time
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| And if I’ll go, another time
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| Down in Crystal falls
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| Midwestern boy, I didn’t know much at all
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| Sophisticated girls, hanging out at the mall
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| My mother’s a frame, we used to smoke a pipe
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| And hold cigarettes, on chilly autumn nights
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| Down in Crystal falls
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| We were packing up just as i was asettling in
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| My mother got a job, in Palmdale Wyoming
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| In Crystal Falls, I made a few good friends
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| But it was just another stop, I never saw them again
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| We had to move, it was such a good time
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| That innocence escaped me behind
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| Down in Crystal falls
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| The embers of time keep on burning
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| Pushed before we’re to the light
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| Slowly I keep on learning
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| If only I could get it right
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| Get it right
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| Get it right |