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There's sweet about seeing the world
There's something great about
It's like staring across an
Like seeing the first burn white
Through the and trees of Southern night
Oh, I'll have those mornings in
California where the mountains so tall
And waves crash blue you
When passed out in the van
And I'm the one driving the land
in open roading
Ted's out in the seat next to me
He's on his sleeve
Who ever made up skies and two of the bluest eyes
Must be young phenom
Sometimes taking off can open up your
To everything that lies in your
'Cause that's you miss your home
And the trees seem a deader
I we're getting back tonight
Would you care if I over?
I've missed you three weeks now
I'm dying just to taste your
Could we stomp around back yard
And our clothes in the mud?