Making my way back to Georgia
From a place that Iâd
I took a look
In your book
Read a few lines and
Juliette sing the songs you hear inside your head
You were
In this dire state of rock and roll
We are forced
Shake the shackles tied around your feet
Lift the veil out
If I had a dime for every time I heard
So young and so wild, girl
Our love was just a
Light the fire let it
Radiate through the night
Cause weâre never
I want to screw but no one's here
I left the
And I know not to take these everyday
Well I'm sure
All the faces she forgot
All the places she made up
All
Satellite,
Coming through the stereo
Get it right,
Well that could
She's gone, & she's gone so lost with him
I'll wait
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