Some men die under the mountain just looking for gold, some die just looking for a hand to hold.
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-I wrap my mind around things I can't hold on to
-I am a beaten path with grass growing in.
-I write song's that mend and break my heart
-I need a new shadow
-I am a beaten path with grass growing in.
-I write song's that mend and break my heart
-I need a new shadow
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