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By scqueen Date: 2002 Feb 05 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.05.21.08.6180]] |
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I blew into town in '64 under palmetto tree and crescent moon. Rode the waves for thirty long years, dressing the part, stringing hearts to the beat of my own. So late coming home, I just want to be gone, ...can you take me? He strolled into town in '94 under heated skies and air-conditioned tunes. Pulled me under in one second flat, dressing the part, strung my heart to the beat of his own. I've finally found home, I just want to be gone, ...can you take me? |