"There are many places to call home. This van, your arms or anywhere I find to be alone. People are like vines and not like stone. We're surprised to look back and see how much we've grown. Well by now we have learned better than to try and hold our tongues. Because if we are too careful, the best songs are left unsung. We push words of past and passion through our tiny soot filled lungs. Four track tape machines, oh it's only just begun."
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