Home was Vitoria, Spain for us for three and one-half months and I want to remember every detail. But the reality is, Home is wherever my family is.
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Friday, November 9, 2012
Dedicated to The Blue
You sit there in your heartache
waiting on some beautiful boy to
to save you from your old ways
watch it now
here he come
he doesn't look a thing like Jesus
but he talks like a gentleman
like you remember
when you were young
Can we climb this mountain?
I don't know
higher now than ever before
I know we can make it if we take it slow
That's takin' easy
easy now, watch it go
We're burning down the highway skyline
on the back of a hurricane
that started turning when you were young
when you were young
And sometimes you close your eyes and see
a place where you used to live
when you were young
They say the Devil's water it ain't so sweet
you don't have to drink right now
but you can dip your feet
every once in a little while
You sit there in your heartache
waiting on some beautiful boy to
to save you from your old ways
watch it now here he comes
he doesn't look a thing like Jesus
but he talks like a gentleman
like you remember when you were young
I said he doesn't look a thing like Jesus
he doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But more than you'll ever know.
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