I miss my sister and my neices in California
What kind of man do they think I am
I never call I never wish them happy birthday
For reasons you and I don't understand
I am the youngest one, I fell furthest from the tree
I couldn't be no one but me
I know you're trying to just love me like you do
But it's hell for me, heaven for you
It's getting late the war is over
Let's wash this blood from our hands
Now the band's playing Crimson and Clover
You and I can even dance
I cannot sleep even with you next to me
Oh my mind keeps racing
I try to write it down
Oh I tried counting sheep
But my mind won't let me be
It's getting late the war is over
Let's wash this blood from our hands
Now the band's playing Crimson and Clover
You and I can even dance
It's getting late the war is over
Let's wash this blood from our hands
Now the band's playing Crimson and Clover
You and I can even dance

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