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It's time that I clean houseIt's time I cut my hairIt's time we both stop missin'What I wish was thereI've been collecting resin with your bobby pinsThat you left under my bedthat you let fall from your headthat you once laid to rest in the crook of my neck Girl just give it a restThe night's young but it's looking like I'm deadbut count me in to do it all againFor one more song for one more drivefor one more night to feel aliveFor one more chance to help you standSo long, farewellI've lost but I can't tell Would you follow me into that mountain air Would you follow if you knew nothing was thereAnd I know the more I search the less I seem to careAnd I know the more we wait the less there is in storeI do prefer the lips that I have had before So will you guide my hand From Letras Mania