
In the morning sun, you and I are one.
Fingers through my hair, feel them everywhere.
Am I still dreaming?
I ‘spose someday these roads will reach the sea.
How you doing?

In the morning sun, you and I are one.
Fingers through my hair, feel them everywhere.
Am I still dreaming?
I ‘spose someday these roads will reach the sea.
How you doing?
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