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We trailed power lines, their silent silhouettes came before The night had dawned it's awkwardness upon our drive When I grabbed my bags I put your heart into my hand When I grabbed my bags I put your heart into my hand We float on broke roads that mend our laden souls Into this land untried as I drive ahead of eyes, Ahead of the lights on the road Ahead of the signs, ahead of the end that is near Sinclair Your head in my hand and the sign that you swore you had seen before We played in the sand and you crawled upon a green dinosaur The photos of rest stops the maps that we chopped up The long ways the back drops our lonely hearts in demand We float on broke roads that mend our laden souls Into this land untried as I drive ahead of eyes, Ahead of the lights on the road Ahead of the signs, ahead of the end that is near We shuttered and sent our hearts to framed boxes We catalog those misplaced memories We shuttered and sent our hearts to framed boxes Letras de cancionesWe briefly forgot our troubled histories Your head in my hand and the sign that you swore you had seen before We played in the sand and you crawled upon a green dinosaur Your head in my hand and the sign that you swore you had seen before We played in the sand and you crawled upon a green dinosaur From Letras Mania