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We met at the broom, the kids are listening do what you can do to fill this hotel room and nothings better than when your heart falls through keep your wife in a trophy, she knows nothing of turning open your eyes, they call this sunshine but this town's standards, mean girls don't like birds you woke up the sea, and now the trees, the trees turning green but this town's standards (cut off the red lights) mean nothing's ever going right, never going right oh you blame it on the gun, it's my love love love love, she crossed the cop, you're living on the horse's tongue. for a woman like a river guide,(such a sight) you build a boat just for one night claim a sound without any motion, for a mountain who's flock is in population whispers from in and near, they tell me everything i want to hear the bus will take you on the streetlight, and now everything is alright, tonight. oh girl, i will beat you to the bus seat, the villager bows a marked arrow aimed for, jealousy, i love you bird this is right for me for a woman like a river guide! a boat a mountain for a life time i'll watch the world crash like ice From Letras Mania