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i was born in my backyard,where the detroit towers melt into the groundand from their ash, sprout hills and trees,which shade suburbia keeping her hands cleanhere tonight to keep us stable,is the virgin mary drinking boxed wine across the dinner tablein orion the tree's grow old with the pastthey whisper, those were good kids to bad the marriage didn't lastdon't ever look behind, you may see your past.and if I ever hit the finish line, maybe i'll understandone year we changed, amidst autumn's leavesand the good wind carried us back to seaout on the waves, the salt wore off our skinwhich released the the first grader, who's ready to swimin the cheap seats of a parking lot filled with dovesi remember this place where i kissed the girl who i first lovedi was born in my backyard, under the shade of a treei was born in my backyard, and i'm still dreaminga foundation is something that we all desirebut suburbia's walls are no more than fuel for firesi've given angels so many hoursto water backyard flowersLetras de cancioneswhere is the home, that i knowthat has yet to be foundand when it snowswill i go, or will i still stick aroundcan i come back to orionand find again a childhoodcan i come back to your rolling hillsand veer off the path of paint creek trailcan i come back without solitudeand hide once again in your deepest woodcause your voice is not one that i want to loseand if love finds me i will not refuseyour a son of a bitch, dear orionyour a son of a bitch, dear orion From Letras Mania