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Transatlantic

Fallen angel in the crowd Drags her heels over the noise Lays down at the roadside of regard A canyon in my broken mind Echos deep inside the vale There

so this is the new year. and I don't feel any different. the clanking of crystal explosions off in the distance (in the distance). so this is the new

I've got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots that my tongue was tied off my brain's repeating "if you've got an impulse let it out" but they never

this is the moment that you know that you told you loved her but you don't. you touch her skin and then you think that she is beautiful but she don't

the glove compartment isn't accurately named and everybody knows it. so I'm proposing a swift orderly change. cause behind its door there's nothing

god bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime remembering when you were mine in a still suburban town when every thursday i'd break those mountain

(Elliott / Sylvester) Spread your wings, I'm all set Trans Atlantic westbound jet Heading out to JFK I'll play my guitar along the way It's the only

Baby's into running around Hanging with the crowd Putting your business in the street talking out loud Saying you bought her this and that And how much

leave behind, Stuck here on a transatlantic flight. Then I get the feeling of falling back in time, Staring at the ceiling, trying to leave behind, Stuck here on a transatlantic