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walkin all the way with 'ol saint nickto a place where they say is thrivingalive with people past their dayyou can see the new ones arivingeven alex is a bit intriguedjust a child when it comes to insightwe can find the way in the patterns up aboveand at 6:09 we see the first starlighttake me home for pretendcause i don't feel the needto go back againwhere the browns turn blueand the tires look like porpoisedancing in the rainand the rocks like pin cushionsabsorbing all the painwalking stick in hand around the bendpast the couches past the chairswhere a thousand people have stopped a whileto forget all their caresthe talking treethe stalking birdsthe trails of words in the grounda dusted patha concrete slabwasn't all that we foundoh, go back
I don't know if I cangod struck it down that nighthe didn't think twiceabout the little jacks and jillscause he don't know what it's likedown here in hellif he did don't you thinhe'd allow us to settle aloneatop of these hills
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