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Tuesday, February 3, 2009

I'm your worn in leather jacket

I'm the volume in your fucked up teenage band

A bag of smokes and a six pack

I'm the dreams you had walkin down the railroad tracks

You and me

I'm your first taste of romance

I'm your first broken heart on a saturday night

Guys like us aint got no chance

But I'm the thing that keeps you and me alive

But not forever

So take me down the road

Take me to the show

It's something to believe in

That no one else knows

But don't take me for granted

I'm the blood on your guitar

I'm that wave you caught back in 1975

I'm as strong as a thousand armies

I'm as soft as a pedal on a long stem rose

I am love

So take me down the road

Take me to the show

It's something to believe in

That no one else knows

But don't take me for granted

I'm with you when you're born

You can take me when you die

With all the reasons why

But don't take me for granted

No one knows

Don't take me for granted

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