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roll into town, and its not long before i start to dig for all the bones, and buried stories 'neath the golden streets. 'cause i can never shake the feeling that they're trying to pull one over on you and me. creep into town, and its not long before i start to roam. seek out the patches on the punx, maybe a band i know. i bet you in five minutes time, we find that we know all the same people, places, and roads. and its not long before i start to feel, that somehow i can never leave home. cross this county its not long, before i start to feel like dinner time's become a crime to spin the thorns and wheels. Letras de cancionesit makes me wonder why we rebels make a holiday of every single meal. and when we find amazing places, cheap burritos, magic spices, its like hey, wish you were here. poison river, got a paddle, and ill never , leave without ya. leave without ya. so, i collect these crumpled, beer-stained flyers, seven-inches, photographs, all your old letters that remind me to look down and back. its then i realize our romance has its roots in one sub-humans patch. so when I'm feeling like its time for bed, the game is done, its all been raided, jailed, and busted, and the weasels won, i find a batch of kids thinking things, i never thought when i was young. this songs a weapon, defense against the dying years that anytime you feel, every story's been spun. poison river, got a paddle, and ill never, leave without ya. poison river, got a paddle, and ill never, leave without ya. leave without ya. oh ill never , leave without ya. la da da daa. la da da daa. poison river, got a paddle, and ill never, leave without ya. From Letras Mania