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[drummer_britt]

Our fence was blown down in a winter storm and this field
Stretches out of this world into the sound
What can we do to put a stop to these coming white days
I'm hoping the snow will wash these dreams of you away

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[_demolition_]

Til we die, memories and flatlines
Cross out the eyes til we set off these lines
Cross out the eyes til we set off these lines
Cross out the eyes

Our fence was blown down in a winter storm in this field
(Cross out the eyes)
Stretches out of this world into the sound
(A trace of)
What can we do the put a stop the the coming white days
(A love song)
I'm hoping for something to wash these dreams of you away...

im learning the chords to this song