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Finally a place to rest awhile Smoked and frayed with a hazy smile Focused on the next few miles Towards the Great Northwest Where I can finally rest The aisles smell of cheap perfume Like the long entrance to a tomb Made of rose bushes in full bloom Instead it's just the ***** Something I intend to use The mountains still meditate While I pay the motel rates But I can't stay a minute late I'll just skip the bill Slip out the windowsill I wish this road would never end I feel like I'm back home again But what's around this railroad bend? Maybe I'll find a home Or a love I've never known
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
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Finally a place to rest awhile Smoked and frayed with a hazy smile Focused on the next few miles Towards the Great Northwest Where I can finally rest The aisles smell of cheap perfume Like the long entrance to a tomb Made of rose bushes in full bloom Instead it's just the ***** Something I intend to use The mountains still meditate While I pay the motel rates But I can't stay a minute late I'll just skip the bill Slip out the windowsill I wish this road would never end I feel like I'm back home again But what's around this railroad bend? Maybe I'll find a home Or a love I've never known
jordan-rowan
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
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