The Pines
Ghost Mice
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Under the pines a hundred yards from the center of the Universe, an alarm goes off half the night.
We'll pass around a cucumber, we'll peel a giant grapefruit, and hope it doesn't rain on our leaky tent.
After that horrible night of riding we're glad just to be here, and soon enough we'll be fast asleep.
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Oh no these roads weren't made for the likes of you and me, but they're all I've
A shoulder to lean on could ease my troubled mind.