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Two or three were all I ever knew, beggin’ for their trust
Hazy mystics stranded on the pier, trouble’s down at dusk
There’s dolls in the valley, plastic life cause of plastic things
Boardwalk crooners say they’re happy, someone’s dull song they sing
Sunlight streams the window, her morning face aflame
Bright with promises, shadows of shame
I was lost for her and lost I remained
I was born in a river and she was born anew
Crossed our lips, “I’m in love with you”
Five hundred days, swept up in a vision in the hills
Valley frills and valley thrills, gone but I couldn’t hold her here
Summer’s best and small town threats trying to disappear
Unwritten poems and painted foes, things I’d hope you’d like to hear
And the dance, satellite’s crash, it’s through, never was, hope you can understand
You’re on a higher side of night, I’ve got to play my hand
Who’s to crown the king, but I’ve haven’t tried and I’ve lived to sing
It’s your gypsy song and your wild soul
Your desert rain and rock and roll
Windswept heart, two kids running towards the dusk
The way you’re free
Life’s all you to me
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