(perlman, louris, olson) gunflint music bmi
Pack up your pieces and pack your mind
You dont ask for what you have to find
Many people rolling out to sea
Let loose those floodgates that have held you back so long
Chorus:
Oh lord, there aint no end
Left in one thing you tried to kill
Now theres a station not so far away
I listen in most every single night
Why does that valley I cant cross
This soul has been misplaced in the desert it was lost
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(verse 1)
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