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Foothill Ranch, California 92610

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I'm Dreaming, Don't Worry

I Saw The Sun Saw Red In The Grass

I Try To Remember The History Of Time

Why Is Your Suitcase Open On The Floor?

And I Said, "Please Just Come Home"

I Race To The Ends Of Summer Sprawl — Then Winter

Thought I Was A Cool Kid With Something To Say

I Got Nothing To Show For It

I've Been Bashing My Head To Get Things Straight

I Swear I Can Hear It In The Whispers In Town

The Sound Of The Drums Is Deafening

The Song Plays On But The Record's Cracking

The House Is Gone But The Floors Are Creaking

And We Take Photos

I Don't Think This Is Where We End But I've Got Some Things That We Must Attend To

I Knew Those Easy Days, Long Days

I Said I'd Be There

But My Voice Couldn't Break The Noise

Did I Prevent You From Being Young?

I Wanted Every Season Of You

Sometimes Wish Things Were Different

Not Sure What I Came Here For

Life's Got Me On My Knees, So I'm Still Begging Please

All It Will Take Is Some Time

Come To Me, Come To Me

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