Steven and I hitch-hiking
Our day off to Hanover
Beat up car
I been down
I been around
I been lost
And I been found
I
I can feel you in the crowded bar room
As I
There is an ocean in the sky
The road is a
Born with blue eyes filled with pain
In March of 1922
Strip away the bar and gun shop
Strip away the lonesome
We had our day in the sun
And it was a
The ties that bind unravelled on an August night
She left
Stood a building by the river in a place called
Raised on words like "punishment" and "God will get you
If
Out in the deep end
I'm alive, not that you would
She wears her sex like a crown
She tears the little
Once you get a taste of freedom
it's hard to settle
I took the long way
I took the low road
And when
Treetops spinning at the outskirts of my vision
In the back
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