| Heaving in a knot under barbed wire
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| Sleeping in a slot with a tire iron
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| Leaping over hot rocks by the white lodge
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| Your bubblegum pops and every clock stops
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| You drop them in some cherry cola
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| October came forever, and I’m the witness, I miss this
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| Dreamed a day spent with you
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| Drew a face on the frame
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| I wake up outside in a beautiful night
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| Check my keys and wallet, this is hardcore
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| I remember you more than falling asleep
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| We’ve all got to come back home someday
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| For now, let this mood fade away
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| Raindrops drop in a draw of props
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| The crocs in the crops
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| Bite the tops off a mob of mop haired cops
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| A fog rises off a pop gunshot
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| I dreamed a season spent alone with you
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| And I’m projecting a box of angels shaking
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| A spinning penny splitting, I’m getting what I asked for
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| Catching arrows every hour, leave it longer now
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| Call it flower power, Texas chainsaw mascara
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| Dreamed a day spent with you
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| Drew a face on the frame
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| Bring it all here, bring it all now
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| Days spent in Heaven
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| Bring it all here, bring it all now
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| Days spent in Heaven
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| We’ve all got to come back home someday
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| For now, let this mood fade away
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| To make room for the scene, for the scene
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| Changing faces, always her
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| Every mood, I owe to her
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| Places changing, I’ll be ready for |