hold on tight
your magic mind will take you high and drop you down
Iʼll admit it makes no sense
the stigmas we give our home towns
cause I like when our house is full of life
and when friends stick around
but go your way Iʼll smile today
my muddy feet grow flowers now
youʼve got to make it work to make it work
oh my heart
that sunʼs gonna drop
but sheʼsʼ grateful just to be alive
and I exist and spoil it
by hugging stories in my mind
but I like when your mouth is full of sunny words
or kissing mine
but say it, friend, over again
Iʼm alright!
youʼve got to make it work to make it work

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