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Between Fenders
Suppose I'll cash all of my earnings, rest these swollen eyes Clear the foliage atop my car, let dry the insides Write a memoir of the fall, in the Northeast and us all in the pouring rain When the moon refills we will be back on the coast When it's time to clip these hairs again I'll hang my hat, my head
I told a keeper she'd be seeing me in line some day Tipped my hat to the old shed and I drove away Clipped by a gust of wind in North Dakota That was 40 degrees colder than the heatwave I had packed for
But I warmed up to Madison 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 And the girls in Wisconsin looking like I could get used to it Finally to spending hours between the fenders Driving through Pennsylvania in November Pipe dreaming drafts of postcards I would never send her
We caught the ferry And watched as god descended over Lake Champlain Exemplifying all I've come to place my faith upon Crusaded my new muse Southbound along the Eastern Seaboard.
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