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Aug 2013
Hearts beat red hot in the summer
Kicking dust on attraction
The right side of what's wrong,  is the right side of a gun
Smoke em if you got em, and shoot towards the sky, they can take them from me when I die
Disease takes you quick, like a setting winter sun, I only knew you when we were young, but we shared some fun, you didn't deserve your fate
Now there's thunder in my head as I try to sleep In a foreign bed
I'm glad I left while I still had time, New Jersey was an abandoned mine, waiting to cave in my shoulders beneath a ton of boulders
Now Each day I grow wiser not older as the nights get short and colder
The sun rolls me over,  ill explore you like a planetary rover, your the first sight to fill my eyes since I've arrived
Written by
Alexander Ross
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