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By Matt Pond PA, Hey, little wild girl
I think maybe turned out okay
The trail
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By Matt Pond PA, took the ride up
to the well for the town
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By Matt Pond PA, We live for parking lots
And waiting around for no
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By Matt Pond PA, Apology, it's an apology
It sucks that something's evil in "I'm
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By Matt Pond PA, Always up for views
the snow fell in for hours
covering up
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By Matt Pond PA, turn home from bars and weaving closets full
of stuttered turns
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By Matt Pond PA, pray to the simple machines
that do not rely on belief
the
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By Matt Pond PA, It's tough to close this map
There's too much wind
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By Matt Pond PA, when it snows from above the towers
the ground stays still
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By Matt Pond PA, When you have decided
The question was too long to listen
Don't
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By Matt Pond PA, [Instrumental]
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By Matt Pond PA, the orange of the fire - the catch of the
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By Matt Pond PA, fortune - point it out with flashlights underneath the tree
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By Matt Pond PA, look captured - but calm behind your eyes - why
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By Matt Pond PA, Believe, oh please believe, in all your wild dreams,
The well
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By Matt Pond PA, I'm so tired of working everyday
Now the weekend's come I'm
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By Matt Pond PA, If you want blood
I'll show you the way
In a crowd
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By Matt Pond PA, What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
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By Matt Pond PA, let's go for a swim
out into the waves
when the lifeguards
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By Matt Pond PA, to begin where i once left off
is a trail
i am
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By Matt Pond PA, You were telling me last night
You were laughing through your
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By Matt Pond PA, these are the words and they have been building
thermostats and
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By Matt Pond PA, Leaves are reminders
the small fallen signpost
you are going cold
under the
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By Matt Pond PA, The words are made with magnets
Speaking simple information
With
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By Matt Pond PA, The window's down
Your hair whipped my face
Adjust the sound
Those cigarettes
Will
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By Matt Pond PA, Blue glow
Is the beginning
Is the salt,
the sea,
the sun
It's the forgiving
There's
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By Matt Pond PA, Our braided lives
At times untie,
Falling threads across the bedroom floor.
Will
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By Matt Pond PA, I'm waiting for the quiet
After the darker light
They'll be everything
To
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By Matt Pond PA, orange streetlight picks up when the summer sun goes
on tops
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By Matt Pond PA, struck brightly by the winter
when the snow falls thick and