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Columbus, Indiana, United States
Is inspirational audio to me
In a yard of defused fireworks with a phaser backing up the words
I’m singing over hummingbirds and pedal steel guitar
Lyrics drawn on paper planes melodies and sweet refrains
I’m sifting through the old remains of who I used to be
But judging by the books I bought
The future’s just an afterthought
I could have been an astronaut in lighter gravity
Whoah, when I get up in the morning I don’t bother to shave
Whoah, got one foot on the gas and one in the grave
Whoah, in the land of the free and the home of the brave
Whoah, I’m just drifting away on a radio wave
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