As new as he, California’s gonna kill you soon
A bus with boys, but calls in the shadow of the moon.
Black houses in the hills and road side hearts
Dying for a place to fall apart.
Who knew that you can learn to live without?
Mother Mary’s laying in your mouth now.
Big home to catch his warm with grace must whine
Never think this girl is nice to grown.
You left a look for him, but you’re far from the heart
So quietly we’re lost and were here
The desert put a babbler in your ear.
Mean fight away and not miss you again
Boston boys are speeding to the wind now.
Back home a hammer always has to fall
Crosses barely hanging on the wall.
Someday I know you’ll never leave me
But we’re far from the heart
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