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Oregon Lodge
devilsbelboy

She grew up in a moutain home, a fireplace that breathed dragons, spirits, with the aid of her daddy's wizard's hat
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He kept her away from public school, and decided to educate her right there on his warm lap
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O the log burns right in your fireplace
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I'm drunk in Cave Junction baby
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An' I only want your kiss
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You can live in Montrose an' Tujunga
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but you will always long for that mountain mist
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Fireplace burns to a young girl's green eyes
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The home burns with a celtic cross
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O girl, how I only wish that you were mine
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Her mama waited tables but hoped to be an' editor
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Movies, whatever, music videos and hippie stock
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Nature shows
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Dawn learned to hang out on the beach, sand so much different than mountian dirt, moving through her hands so slow
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O the dance at Starlight goes so slow
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I'm drunk in the fish bowl searching for my girl
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I only want her kiss
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I could met her in her Tujunga backhouse
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that might bring me to that mountain's mist
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Fireplace burning for her green eyes
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Her home, burning with her celtic cross
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O girl, how I only wish that you were mine
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21 Dec 06


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The perverted image conjured in line 2 make this impossible to read and critique.
 — DianaTrees

Did a retard write this? Quit writing vindictive drunk drivel already. It's getting to be a horrendous bore.
 — unknown

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