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I think these walls have a message or have changedWhich it is I can't decide.So I leave with the writer that remainsAnd let him tell me what his better days were like.And I sit with the memory of kingsWith only words to criticizeAs if I finally found the antidote for painWithout knowing what that's really like.And our actor ends his love songAnd all these lovers sit and stare.If I don't find peace in the valleyIt's cause there wasn't any there.I will move somewhere the ocean's never seen.Somewhere weeds just make their placeWhere my best friend's exist only on screenWhere my love all fits and fraysBut I want fire tumbling out into the nightI want you to know why you hold me closePull the quarter from my ear, or say you triedI need magic or the holy ghost.And as I drive on through these canyonsI'm still feeling like a crookIf I don't find peace in the valleyI've got no place else to look. From Letras Mania