Miss every lake, miss every hill,
I rode a streak of lightening on the night you said goodbye
I fill your mouth with dirt.
Palmetto trees swaying in that Atlantic breeze,
Something's telling me I must go home,
There's a six foot squirrel named Grip!
The neon tower like a fist up in the sky
With the rain in my shoes.
Trace paper flying word
Leave your bags in the car, keep it running.
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