Produced By Cole M.G.N.
Tried to pass myself
Lie as it won't help
I can't fool no one
I'm not needing sun
Just on holiday, anyway
There will always be a trace of this place in me
When does one thing ever end and the next begin?
Every day back then felt like a hyphen
I cannot recall where I was at all
But I know what I heard when I wrote those words
Green River still runs under that same sun
I never saw the source but I know the chorus
When does one thing ever end and the next begin?
Every day back then felt like a hyphen
I do not wish to retrace the steps I've taken
All that madness now is where I'm going
There will always be a trace of this place in me
Green River still runs under that same sun
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