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Lyrics Strand Of Oaks

Written by: Timothy Showalter

Produced by: Ben Vehorn, Timothy Showalter

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I was an Indiana kid,
Getting no one in my bed
I had your sweet tunes to play
I was staring at the map,
Feeling fire in my head
I had your sweet tunes to play
I was mean to my dad,
Cause I was mean to myself
I had your sweet tunes to play
Stealing smokes in my car,
With the windows way down
I had your sweet tunes to play
Your sweet tunes to play

I was sitting in the bath,
Cleaning off the ash
But I had your sweet tunes to play
And I hated all my friends,
And wouldn't let them in
I had your sweet tunes to play
On a long desert train,
And a knife in my bag
I had your sweet tunes to play
Under the Market Street Bridge,
Burning one in my hand
I had your sweet tunes to play
Your sweet tunes to play

Now it's hard to hear you sing,
The crow has lost his wings
I got your sweet tunes to play
I'm getting older everyday
Still living the same mistakes
I got your sweet tunes to play
Either get out or stay in,
I won't let these dark times win
We got your sweet tunes to play
Your sweet tunes to play

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