and I know for sureyou would have gone with me to Alaska
We would have breathed the freshness of that, and cold air, which dramatically hit in the mind
and we would have drunk of the atmosphere
Of course you can hardly ever understand me,
'cause I live in a small town,
where every day gives the vapidity of life.
where all the houses look alike,
and rains spoil the mood.
just ... let's go to Alaska?
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ArtistThe Skids
TitleThe Saints Are Coming
