[Jenn Grant]
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Down by the lake you saw me
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and you knew i was waiting for you
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looking inbetween those long greens
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your reflection it fell upon
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How we miss that love
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[Buck 65]
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the words written on my hand are hard to say.
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a game of solitaire and no cards to play.
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paper airplanes so far away.
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[how we miss that love]
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the words written on my hand are hard to say.
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a game of solitaire and no cards to play.
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paper airplanes so far away
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[Jenn Grant]
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crying for your letters
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looking all through pictures that survive in the long way
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to get from me to you
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get to me
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your writing me a letter
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looking for my hearts with you*
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in the water*
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im right in the heart
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the heart of you.
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[Buck 65]
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Distant tower hour on resistant hour signals with consistant power
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eventually the shepheard must slaughter his sheep
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the sky is ripped open and the water is deep
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somewhere else the burning fire
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your tempered charms
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im lost in the woods with no voice and empty arms
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admitting im stranded
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commiting my plan
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two stories written on my hand
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[Jenn Grants]
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How we miss that love (repeats)
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Paper Airplanes
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Buck 65 |