The sandy haired son of hollywoodLost his faith in all
Beneath the snow lies a dream that I once hadAnd
And it starts like this we crave to be kissedBy
I will not be here foreverSo I will not waste
Here I am and I don't have much to sayIt
Gazing down on fields far awayStaring out at all I
And so life continuesAs matter does not disappearAnd you are
Miguel sits at the corner store with skin like terra
Stale coffee, auto-matTired candy staring backAt my ghost in the
And i want to be downAnd i want to get
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