Spent my night hanging out with the Old 97s.
Black-out curtain drop.
Lie there on the floor.
Don't block out our stars again,
we must wish on them.
A nearly falling first one projecting
through our room and then shooting big
as we place our dreams on it.
But when barren empty night bears harsher day sunlight,
we can't see in arms the hope
we could hold in them.
Don't ever go away from here and I will never go away.
Lie there on the floor.
Don't block out our stars again,
we must wish on them.
A nearly falling first one projecting
through our room and then shooting big
as we place our dreams on it.
But when barren empty night bears harsher day sunlight,
we can't see in arms the hope
we could hold in them.
Don't ever go away from here and I will never go away.
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