2003-05-07 | 8:38 p.m. I'm gonna pull you in close gonna wrap you up tight gonna play with the braids that you came here with tonight I'm gonna hold your face and toast the snow that fell because friends don't waste wine when there's words to sell I'll give everything away, just take me there today. Scratchy blanket in the woods at spider gates. Let's take a shot of whiskey every time we reach the crest of the hill. The car always wanted to break down, but it waited patiently. Take me away, i missed the line of punches.
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