I grew up where throwing rocks in canyons is not
We are birds weran from the water.And birds we take
Come back home where the three orange sunsthey set in
You want to dance with the angels?Then embroider me with
Days were different when you counted them in hours.There were
"It's not really poetry, but it's pretty," he saidAs he
I see the lights move on the ceiling.And I see
I could be trembling when I talk to you.I could
I didn't come this far for you to make this
Skeleton boy by the side of the road.He warned me,
I'm going as far as I can go, away from
Who would steal on Sunday?Who'd made them believe make believe?Who'd
Opening my ears to hear the poison in your words,I
Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes closed.Those
She can't tell me that all of the love songs
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