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She was the queen of the rummage sale The curator of a great collage She would rescue every beautiful thing The brick-a-brack, the hodgepodge And stack the boxes in her parents' garage I had to learn how to travel light With a satchel and an old suitcase It really wears you down To carry on at that pace Cause you're never standing in one place Odds and ends held together with safety pins I know there's a lot to fix So I'm taking it stitch by stitch If we can, gonna build us a promised land It comes to us secondhand I think we'll do fine Now we're driving down the palisades It feels good to get out of town And we're stopping at every yard sale sign Or use the classified to track âem down. She takes my hand and leads me around These are colors that I've never seen So sudden and so bright In the places that I've been before Letras de cancionesAnd I realize that I'm looking through her eyes Odds and ends held together with safety pins I know there's a lot to fix So I'm taking it stitch by stitch If we can, gonna build us a promised land It comes to us secondhand I think we'll do fine Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. I carry boxes up a hundred stairs And she unpacks and laughs and cheers And I finally put my suitcase down Between the picture frames and souvenirs I think I'll stay for a thousand years If we can, gonna build us a promised land It comes to us secondhand I think we'll do fine And if we fail we can follow a bread crumb trail Drop a coin in a wishing well I think we'll do fine And in the end we'll be calling up all our friends All our friends think we'll do fine From Letras Mania