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Neighbors' Yards

from To Call This A Home by This Is For My Friends

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Those summer girls are on your lawn,
With cut-off jeans and paper tongues.
Well take your pick, but don't be long.

We're drinking pink lemonade
From our cups with our bite marks on the rims.
Well drink it down, but take your time.

Well I know that I will forget
The names of my experience,
And they say "you're speeding up to stop,"
At the traffic light outside of her house.

Those precious words are on your tongue,
Too heavy now, they weigh a ton.
Well spit it out and don't be dry.

Well I know that I will forget
The names of my experience,
And they say "you're speeding up to stop,"
At the traffic light outside of her house.

Neighbors' yards, playin in our neighbors' yards.

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from To Call This A Home, track released July 15, 2011
Featuring Kevin's crappy Casio on drums/ my dogs.

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This Is For My Friends Winston Salem, North Carolina

This Is For My Friends is the lo-fi acoustic songwriting outlet for Alex Muller, a writer and musician living in and across the Carolinas.

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