Underneath the foreign stars
In a foreign place where they don't
get me through this Lord and I'll do anything you
There is a white hot sun
And a big blue sea
From
She loves the sunset
She loves the cocktail bell
She loves the
He came from Phoenix in a borrowed VW bug
To be
I gotta check for nothing
All made out to someone
I truly
I was playing every Monday on Burgundy in some shitty
Heaven, I need a drug
Her eyes are all but fixed
I watch, as it stops for a girl
A moment, elaborate
When you were just a little girl in pine bluff
Daddy
Empty bottle was half empty, tide was low, and I
I've been lightin' matches in the boiler room
Wearing sulfur perfume,
Big brown eyes and a gust of wind
And the cherry
I left you last night on the left coast
I'm writin'
These storms they gather forces unbeknownst to fools like me
They
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