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Days are old and the nights are cold The sky’s grayed up with crows When the heavens spoke we all woke And fell into the mold She gave me big love fro big sur She gave me big love fro big sur The preachers sold their souls to drug And the hours fell through the glass Michigan fell from Roswell Seasons came and ṗassed She gave me big love fro big sur She gave me big love fro big sur Tides turn back, big sur bring me back Seas turn and flow, big sur don’t you go Like you know, don’t go People saw and broke the law They flooded in the streets Secrets kept and no one left Remaining in their seats But I was blind to the rosy wine A passenger for the ride I sat and stared cold and scared A prisoner of my mind She gave me big love fro big sur She gave me big love fro big sur She gave me big love fro big sur From Letras Mania