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Miles of highway poppies |
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A stretch of maybe flowers past |
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Signal Hill away |
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We were parked and searching |
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For a hubcap rolling into the fields of thorn |
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Although we couldn't see a thing that night |
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And the stars in their slowness |
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And their slowness took us by surprise |
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If I never told you how you helped to rescue |
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The car and all inside |
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Remember roads were steep and |
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You and I went sliding down the grade from |
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Gate's Pass |
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You asleep and me behind the wheel |
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Hovering in, in that slowness |
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And that slowness has never gone away |
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Although we couldn't see a thing that night |
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And the stars still shone and the stars still shone |
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And the stars still shone |
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In their slowness, in their slowness |
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In their slowness, in their slowness |
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And their slowness has never gone away |
