Baby those few hours will grow in my head forever, forever

He tilted the metal chair back, and back, until it hit the wall.  He held it there.  His calloused fingers found the familiar chords. Well, the moon sank as the wind blew And the streetlights slowly died He slowly closed his eyes, leaned his head back, and she was behind him. They call you the wild one, said stay away from her Said she could love no …

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