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Transatlantic Shooting Stars
Ben Christophers
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Fallen angel in the crowd
Drags her heels over the noise
Lays down at the roadside of regard
A canyon in my broken mind
Echoes deep to find the velvet
Dust carts for the dead birds in the trees
Transatlantic shooting stars over mainline
Here they come, suburban gods to pass desire
Heaven hopes you find her here
The rain catches the devil's blazes
Karma for the misfits of our time
Transatlantic shooting stars over mainline
Here they come, suburban gods to pass desire
Transatlantic shooting stars over mainline
Here they come, suburban gods to pass desire
Take this, really, and take my soul
Take me down in your life, I fold
All this pity has broken me
My survival lies with me
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I'm gonna love you as best as I can
I'm gonna hold you close when I tremble
And I'm gonna love you as best as I can
I'm gonna see you rise
I won't ever let you
Fall out of my senses
Fall out of my own hands
No, I won't ever let you, let you
Transatlantic shooting stars over mainline
Here they come, suburban gods to pass desire
Transatlantic shooting stars over mainline
Here they come, suburban gods to pass desire
Will I find my way home?
Will I find my way home?
Will I find my way home?
Will I find my way home?
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