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Wait dear, a white horse is walking down my street here,
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Wait dear, a white horse is walking down my street here
 
Your words are creeping at my feet
 
Your words are creeping at my feet
 
I fear, sunrise will come to soon and you'll disappear
 
I fear, sunrise will come to soon and you'll disappear
Into the haze of this city and go south...
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Into the haze of this city and go south
   
Look out, they're coming after us with big guns,
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Look out, they're coming after us with big guns
 
They're only gonna tell you all the bad things I've done
 
They're only gonna tell you all the bad things I've done
Even if they words they say aren't true they've won,
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Even if they words they say aren't true they've won
 
Now I'm left here dying in the sun
 
Now I'm left here dying in the sun
   
Oh...seems like I'm always on my own,
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Oh... seems like I'm always on my own
 
Seems like I'm never coming home
 
Seems like I'm never coming home
Seems like I'm always on my own...
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Seems like I'm always on my own
All the stars and boulevards aren't close enough for you...
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All the stars and boulevards aren't close enough for you
   
 
Late nights, won't do me justice
 
Late nights, won't do me justice
Cause when I drink...I just get so damn depressed,
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'Cause when I drink... I just get so damn depressed
And its not like, I ain't trying to get over you.
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And it's not like, I ain't trying to get over you
It's just hard to look at all the seasons, pass me over too...
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It's just hard to look at all the seasons, pass me over too
   
Oh...seems like I'm always on my own,
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Oh... seems like I'm always on my own
 
Seems like I'm never coming home
 
Seems like I'm never coming home
Seems like I'm always on my own...
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Seems like I'm always on my own
All the stars and boulevards ain't close enough for you...
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All the stars and boulevards ain't close enough for you
   
One last phone call from you, it wouldn't hurt much,
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One last phone call from you, it wouldn't hurt much
Just like to hear your voice and pretend to touch,
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Just like to hear your voice and pretend to touch
 
Any inch of you that hasn't said it all or read it all or sung
 
Any inch of you that hasn't said it all or read it all or sung
 
My life away
 
My life away
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Latest revision as of 20:46, April 12, 2018

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Stars and Boulevards

This song is by Augustana and appears on the album All The Stars And Boulevards (2005).

Wait dear, a white horse is walking down my street here
Your words are creeping at my feet
I fear, sunrise will come to soon and you'll disappear
Into the haze of this city and go south

Look out, they're coming after us with big guns
They're only gonna tell you all the bad things I've done
Even if they words they say aren't true they've won
Now I'm left here dying in the sun

Oh... seems like I'm always on my own
Seems like I'm never coming home
Seems like I'm always on my own
All the stars and boulevards aren't close enough for you

Late nights, won't do me justice
'Cause when I drink... I just get so damn depressed
And it's not like, I ain't trying to get over you
It's just hard to look at all the seasons, pass me over too

Oh... seems like I'm always on my own
Seems like I'm never coming home
Seems like I'm always on my own
All the stars and boulevards ain't close enough for you

One last phone call from you, it wouldn't hurt much
Just like to hear your voice and pretend to touch
Any inch of you that hasn't said it all or read it all or sung
My life away

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Augustana

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