I look at your hands, twist a brim of your hands
And up to the heating starters
I'm sure they can tell why this car has stopped
My cars sometimes get lost
If water and air come and get me
There's no matter at all
So
So
It's raining on wet dirt
No train is standing now
No plan over far
We're supposed to know it
No visions and no shades
Those two will come and catch you
Them in a hound
To swat or to stare
Just to refrain
On our little poker lens
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guitar solo
guitar solo
Maybe just too many hands
I wear inside my head
It's the sense
of the road
You can read it by yourself
It's a boy for the breeze
Going against the tide
Thunderstorm blast
Winter leaf
Then a water and air
Gonna get you
It's not my fault
No one to take the stand
They won't let me go
Oh my God
Just wanted to stay
Just true friends
For a life of contents
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