Mar 16, 2024
A Different Kind of Love and Upend by Son Lux from the album Tomorrows III - Directors: Evan Chapman & Kevin Eikenberg
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A Different Kind of Love and Upend by Son Lux from the album Tomorrows III - Directors: Evan Chapman & Kevin Eikenberg
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Once upon another time Somebody's hands who felt like mine Turned the key and took a drive Was free Highway curve, the sun sank low Buckley on the radio Cigarette was burning slow So breathe Just yellow lines and tire marks And sun-kissed skin and handle bars And where I stood was where I was to be No enemies to call my own No porch light on to pull me home And where I was is beautiful Because I was free Once upon another time Before I knew which life was mine Before I left the child behind me I saw myself in summer nights And stars lit up like candle light I make my wish but mostly I believed... In yellow lines and tire marks Sun-kissed skin and handle bars And where I stood was where I was to be Once upon another time Decided nothing good in dying So I would just keep on driving Because I was free
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