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May 2014
Burn the books,
the pictures too,
burn everything, burn it all,
like there was nothing else to do!

We've been down this road once before,
but for the sake of our friendship,
let's travel down just this once,
just once more.

Whether we'll end up to regret it,
or pay with our life,
but the trade out is worth it,
if I gain me a wife.

Remember that willow,
down by the ol' creek?
Remember that tire swing,
we'd meet at every week?

How 'bout that meadow,
the one that we both used to go,
it was pretty in the summer,
and shinin' covered in snow!

Burn the troubles, your cares away,
burn it all, and with me please stay!
I've got a fire goin',
burnin nice and hot,
I'm about to give you,
everything I got.

I've got to hands, ready to build us a house,
these same two hands that worked so hard,
to buy you your favorite blouse.
That ol' truck is still goin' strong,
that carried us to the meadow and back,
when the picnic went all wrong.

That time when the teacher
in high schooled called me out,
I almost bought the farm from her,
if you didn't distract her with a shout.

Good Lord, I thank thee for this angel here,
thank you Lord Almighty, for this pretty lady I can call
"Dear".
With affection and compassion,
I look at her all day,
she makes me go weak and dumb,
but makes me wanna say...

"Burn up the fields, the trees are on fire!
You pretty lady, are my only true desire!
Allow me your hand, to the day that we wed,
Never to part, even on our bed.
Burn me up, inside and out,
this lil' lady is mine, without a doubt!
I'll never let her go, because you gave her to me,
I'll take real good care of her,
good care of her you'll see.
One day Lord, I know she'll come back home to you,
but right now Lord do grant me,
this chance with her, to say
I Do."

Burn the land, and boil the see,
I don't care,
cause no one will take her away from me.

Cold to the touch, and too hot to handle,
Good Lord Almighty, she's poppin like a Roman Candle!
She makes a Georgia day, seem like sweet ol' rain,
Good Lord Almighty, she knows she drives me insane!

Burn, burn, everything I see,
just Lord I pray, don't let her walk away from me.
Surprising, no?
Nomad
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Nomad  Between Here and There
(Between Here and There)   
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   Danielle B, Paula Lee and AJ
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