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I was travelling lighttravelling with a friendas xtina came of agei hung with xtina's friendsthey would all come 'round the houseand slowly go insaneevery night up around the bendi'm in xtina's house againshe was just a lonely soldierrunning with the times and the tidesmaybe just a little olderquite a ways into the nightquite a ways into the nighti can see you comingcreeping slowly up the lanei can see her fallingin and out of love againi can still see that treewith that boat off by the shoredrifting in and out of timewe're in xtina's house once moreslip behind the valley curtainlooking for a place to hideshaky and those times uncertaineveryone drunk on red winedrunk on red wineturn on a flashlight in the darkat 3 am in the morningdrunk on red red winetommy smashing bottles against the wallxtina waiting at the wallit's what you know and you know itit's every place you go, so don't blow itconfusion takes away, makes it all turn wrongit only takes a day or two before |