This is my song oh God of all the nations
A
Eighty-three years and some thirty-year-old
Says that I'm not safe in
There’s a high pressure zone
In the Gulf of Mexico
Moving up
I step out of her porchlight choosing darkness over day
Say
On a two lane road through the mountains
I am taking
Well it's true what they say about Paris
I'm so sick
Touching down on holy ground
on a dot out in
I appreciate your smiling
Like it's just another day
But you seem
In the Southland we're lighting the night sky
With the fire
Hey Janey, where you been lately
I've been looking for
Thumping bass and laughter and a pint of something clear
Conversation's
Fingerprints on the window of the toy store display
Joey sees
When I was child I'd find my uncle
Sitting in his
What I'm saying, friend, may surprise you
Though I trust you
I've got to be going now, though I'd rather stay
You
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