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There's a certain rhythm in the trees that stands out to only me The wind makes the tall trees sway And a ghostly mandolin plays A simple song for those around Minds tick and heartbeats pound The fire that flickers is so profound Upon the red dirt mound. The rocks whisper their silent prayer The flames dance, their intentions bare The stars walk in a natural circle It seems like they're hoping for some sort of miracle A simple dance for those around Minds tick and heartbeats pound The fire that flickers is so profound Upon the red dirt mound. They say to always follow the drinking gourd You'll be heading home, rest assured Sun and sky will lead the way This is your life now, come what may A second chance for those around Minds tick and heartbeats pound The fire that flickers is so profound Upon the red dirt mound.
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Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
Chasing North
There's a certain rhythm in the trees that stands out to only me The wind makes the tall trees sway And a ghostly mandolin plays A simple song for those around Minds tick and heartbeats pound The fire that flickers is so profound Upon the red dirt mound. The rocks whisper their silent prayer The flames dance, their intentions bare The stars walk in a natural circle It seems like they're hoping for some sort of miracle A simple dance for those around Minds tick and heartbeats pound The fire that flickers is so profound Upon the red dirt mound. They say to always follow the drinking gourd You'll be heading home, rest assured Sun and sky will lead the way This is your life now, come what may A second chance for those around Minds tick and heartbeats pound The fire that flickers is so profound Upon the red dirt mound.
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Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
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