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Hillcrest Road Life After Liftoff

You may ask why I talk this way (It's been you) You may ask why I walk this way (It's been you) You may ask why I act this way (It's been you) You may

Oh Rosie Oh won't you be with me Oh Rosie Oh can't you see We're made to be together Take this ride with me To the chapel now We'll make history Oh

hand of the past It reaches out to pull me back to you I'm six feet below and I can't break through. The skyline's fading, this city burns so bright The road

On the top bunk on top of her. Mending fences is no longer an option. Burning bridges is so much easier. My kerosene soaked jeans won't lie. Tear stains

As kids we search this world for a logic of relevance Wandering and wondering, solemnly trying to make sense Of who we are or what we'll become Well

Your arm slips into mine as we walk along the sidewalk. Everything around me fades into the dark. Bat your eyes and crack a smile as you watch me melt