Annadel laughs while she tells her stories and the rain trickles on down her cheeks She says I've always been a creek kind of lady just like Bodega Bay adores the sea
and often they admire her curves on the hottest of holidays and the drug induced city people drag their tired souls through the trees and the view is high up and deep down from this place of airy ground I miss you more than I can say
You see you know the city you hear its prayers and the streetlights begging on their knees saying we've got a sea full of sailors who are so lost they will never come clean
Crazy how you do it with one sweet breath of highlighter grass and come hither, see it as it is your naughty little highway that roaring little mess and hold my hand, like my father said that one august afternoon
when it took just one little match she said it hurts like hell, but it was only a scratch and she only burned as far as the barbed wire fence i looked up into her cool blue reflection and saw the airplane tracks
only you can quell the city of its mindless chatter and the hunger that comes nightly cause when the bars are all closed and the last sailor has sailed home only you can make it come clean
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and often they admire her curves on the hottest of holidays and the drug induced city people drag their tired souls through the trees and the view is high up and deep down from this place of airy ground I miss you more than I can say
You see you know the city you hear its prayers and the streetlights begging on their knees saying we've got a sea full of sailors who are so lost they will never come clean
Crazy how you do it with one sweet breath of highlighter grass and come hither, see it as it is your naughty little highway that roaring little mess and hold my hand, like my father said that one august afternoon
when it took just one little match she said it hurts like hell, but it was only a scratch and she only burned as far as the barbed wire fence i looked up into her cool blue reflection and saw the airplane tracks
only you can quell the city of its mindless chatter and the hunger that comes nightly cause when the bars are all closed and the last sailor has sailed home only you can make it come clean
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