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driving nevada 562 passing sunset park the air is a scorcher. desert mountains surround this dusted valley. your radio plays AM stations in your old '46 as the motor roars and my hair blows wild in the wind. similar to when you raised me, but now twice my old age. the air is a scorcher and I'll be here only two days. I put my head on your shoulder and you tell me we turned the wrong way. my protector, you've seen me grow - "but for the grace of God, there go I."
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Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC
Mad Mike
driving nevada 562 passing sunset park the air is a scorcher. desert mountains surround this dusted valley. your radio plays AM stations in your old '46 as the motor roars and my hair blows wild in the wind. similar to when you raised me, but now twice my old age. the air is a scorcher and I'll be here only two days. I put my head on your shoulder and you tell me we turned the wrong way. my protector, you've seen me grow - "but for the grace of God, there go I."
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Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC
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