Is this what you wanted?
We are stuck here
In the middle of nowhere
But i love you
And our nights spent under the moon
Or walking, lost, but happy
Through
America
If we are indeed still in America
We are on our way
To tour with dead musicians
And laugh, dance, sing and be free\
What if we should never find
Civilation
Your so pretty
Dance
Drunk with abandon
In the beautiful field of daisys
They are eqaully
In your hair and on the
Barefoot
We make our way
Your ankle braclets jingle
Like Tinkling water
I could lose myself here
I laugh
And think how great is it
To be
A hippie.
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