The Easterner Songtext
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The Easterner
It's not that I'm drawn to you.
It's that any port in the storm will do.
And I mean any port in this storm will do.
I never crossed the Mississippi
until I met you.
It all seemed so strange.
Yeah, the sun didn't set the same.
It's not that I'm drawn to you.
It's that any port in the storm will do.
And I mean any port in this storm will do.
I never crossed the Mississippi
until I met you.
It all seemed so strange.
Yeah, the sun didn't set the same.
Standing beneath the neon glow
of a late night sandwich shop.
A brunette leans against a large detailed map of downtown
to blow smoke from the corner of her mouth.
She'd be so easy to forget if not for all of her imperfections?
which I can't stop thinking about ? so beautifully imperfect.
of a late night sandwich shop.
A brunette leans against a large detailed map of downtown
to blow smoke from the corner of her mouth.
She'd be so easy to forget if not for all of her imperfections?
which I can't stop thinking about ? so beautifully imperfect.
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