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By Greg Graffin, My driftin' memory goes back to the spring of '43
When
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By Greg Graffin, Whispers of ancients buried by dust,
Echoes of ages in canyons
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By Greg Graffin, Down in the holler there's a thriving town
A treasure trove
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By Greg Graffin, Tired old man you're a wastin' slowly battling grey and
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By Greg Graffin, Went out last night to take a little round, I
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By Greg Graffin, Come listen to my story, I'll tell you no lies,
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By Greg Graffin, Oh the lilies were laid on the marble in the
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By Greg Graffin, Talk about suffering here below
And let's keep a-loving Jesus.
Talk about
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By Greg Graffin, Oh, yonder stands the prophet, words are music to our
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By Greg Graffin, he wakes with the glow of adventure and hope
the morning
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By Greg Graffin, Blacktop pavement cover me
Like a chemical reaction or a steamroller
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By Greg Graffin, The first thing i remember was the friction in the
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By Greg Graffin, You have always lived like this
The ice blue chill the
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By Greg Graffin, Willie Moore was a young man, his age 21
And he