Dec 2013
If you were to call
and say
"Let's get out of here"
Baby, I'd be gone.
If we
were to hop on a train
the tracks could never
be too long.
If we
were to sit atop a hill
and kiss, my only wish
would be to never see the setting sun.
and say
"Let's get out of here"
Baby, I'd be gone.
If we
were to hop on a train
the tracks could never
be too long.
If we
were to sit atop a hill
and kiss, my only wish
would be to never see the setting sun.
(NorCal, where it's sunny)
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