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Rogue Valley
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Mountain Laurels
from the western edge of highway one to the east of appalachia I got my ticket baby here I come
following the crows and colors toward September
a letter written with a nervous hand with a stroke of a shaky pen bottled up and buried in the sand
castles built and taken under gone without a trace
watch the clouds along the coastal range Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com through the desert and the empty space in Pennsylvania you can almost taste the mountain laurels
when I lay these flowers on this grave and do the math to find the final age I think of all the different ways
darling don't be long in waiting the locks and every window breaking the darkness won't be long in taking you
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