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We were 17 Hoping for better things Like worms waiting for wings And high school rings Fight club was sold out We went to see inferno instead You said I never even heard of it But I liked karate kid Who's that riding on the banks of the Rio Grande Its Jean Claude Van Dam Its Jean Claude Van Dam Who's that riding on the banks of the Rio Grande Its Jean Claude Van Dam Its Jean Claude Van Dam I can't make sense of this Why some memories persist Halfway through we left And shared a cigarette I can't go home The way is dark and overgrown Though your hands in my hand I fail to understand Letras de canciones Who's that singing in the land of the falling rain I think its Kurt Cobain I think its Kurt Cobain Who's that singing in the land of the falling rain I think its Kurt Cobain I think its Kurt Cobain In this recurring dream 2 swans on a rushing stream Things are seldom as they seem In a fevered dream Into the fire Into the fire they go Far from the world they know Into the fire they go From Letras Mania