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(perlman, louris, olson) gunflint music bmi
Pack up your pieces and pack your mind
You don't ask for what you have to find
Many people rolling out to sea
Let loose those floodgates that have held you back so long
Chorus:
Oh lord, there ain't no end
Left in one thing you tried to kill
Now there's a station not so far away
I listen in most every single night
Why does that valley i can't cross
This soul has been misplaced in the desert it was lost
(chorus) *2
(verse 1)
(chorus) *2
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