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pioneer boys and motel floorstime to start my hair as i spoke in drunken slursnowhere is home and nothing feels right (?)without a one pound bottle & you by my sidebut that's not quite the case tonightbeachside songs, hear the violinunder the boardwalk i bruise my shinsfrom taking one too many risksbut i, i'm a paradox, a system of do's & do not'sso weigh me out like a scale of poundslike the symmetry of a king's crownbalance me out, baby balance me outbalance me outthe crickets chirp kept me awakewe left in the morningbut it's song stuck with me for daysbedroom songs, with your sister near,she held the camera lens and gave listening earsand provided beds for eightgood ol' boys from the state next doorwith six good hearts growing straight from the corethey showed me what good people are forbut we, we shaped and modeled itSongtextea sculpture that's worth taking care ofbut i must say, that you just can't replacea stone so pure and so toughso i'll hold you near, like a happy tearthat feels better each and every timedarling, every time, almost every timeeverytime, everytime. Aus Songtexte Mania