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Silver cans and bronze colored dirt |
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Silver cans and bronze colored dirt |
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Things ain't so soon near the parking lot moon |
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Silver cans and bronze colored dirt |
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She said let's call it quit |
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Let's not call it the end of the world |
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Call it what you will |
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I'm heartbroken still |
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Words are just words |
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Road salt on I-95 |
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Road salt on I-95 |
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Forget what your told, it's bound to get cold |
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There's road salt on I-95 |
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I call today a disaster |
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She calls it December the 3rd |
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Call it what you will |
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I'm heartbroken still |
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Words are just words |
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On a brief and star stricken night |
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On a brief and star stricken night |
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I called her name on the road from Spokane |
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On a brief and star stricken night |
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I hear a blue heron crying |
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Some folks just call it a bird |
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Call it what you will |
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I'm heartbroken still |
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Words are just words |
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Some call an end a beginning |
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For right now they'll go unheard |
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Call it what you will |
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I'm heartbroken still |
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Words are just words |
