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• Artiste: Norman Bailer
• Titre: Willow Wood
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I guess we're near to heaven Or at least near to the health spa I believe that is the way that your mom referred to it Just pack the suburban, out the window drinking burban and there's nothing left of how we were before this night began Let's just grab our dirt bikes and we'll ride out into the night and I'll chase the falling stars as they trample through the sky Don't forget your sweatshirt Don't forget your hooded sweatshirt cause a kid without his sweatshirt is as good as dead!!! Ride on down, got your hands in your pocket Got your hands in your pocket so you know, so you know you're alone Ride on to the corn field where the shore just meets the airline and I always saw it coming from the day that I was born and I never slashed your tires, and I never touched your sister and I'm sorry that you thought that as you screamed from your front porch "Oh, Horse sh--" Ride on down, got your hands in your pocket So you knew, so you thought, so you guessed so you know you're alone, You're alone