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Boulevard King
by Cest-La-Vie on April 09, 2013No CommentsYou came along
On a silver white dove
When you broke in my heart
Dead bolts and alarms
And you made yourself home
Didn’t think you’d be left home aloneCause I left town
On the backroads, I broke down
I tried to call
And let you know I’ll
Be gone for some time
Don’t worry, I’ll be alrightI know I did wrong
I’m not so strong
My heart doesn’t pin to my sleeve
Could you pick up the phone
I want to come home
I don’t know why you said it to me
I didn’t think you would say that to meHighway 18
Boulevard king
On the side of the road
Under three feet of snow
It’s not where I wanted to be
It’s not where I wanted
To end up cold blooded
It’s not where I wanted to beI know I did wrong
I’m not so strong
My heart doesn’t pin to my sleeve
Won’t you pick up the phone
It’s time to come home
I don’t know why you said it to me
I didn’t think you would say that to meI love you isn’t so easy for me
*I did this one beginning of December, but I guess I forgot to post it here
I don't want to wish that we were younger
Not soon before I feel that hunger
No, Heaven can't wait much longer
Show me that you can be stronger
Lay me down in the grassy hill
Red rover in the icy chill
Blood shivers, but we'll take those pills
Living for the thrill
And it felt like Heaven and Earth with the stars aligned
Take me with the salt, I can make you mine
In the cold winter, I can be your brine
Take me down the highway line
Sweet and sour at the Tastee Freez
Their black pepper always makes you sneeze
Worn denim with your scraped up knees
Baby, throw away your keys
'Cause we're too young to die this hard
Too close to be this far
It doesn't matter where we are
Just stop the car
Grab your Jones and we'll run through town
Heads up when the lights go down
Nobody's gonna make us frown
Just covered in the sound
Of the real life
In the warm night
In a small town, everything's gone right
Like an old dream
On the big screen
We'll be eating cherry pie under cold ice cream
And we're never going home
Just you and I alone
So put on your baby blue jeans
Overlook the hole in the front door screen
I found a spot for you right next to me
On the front porch swing
And we're never going home
Never going home