woodcabin

A redwood tree
The radio
They moved them down the hall

A Beauty Queen from Idaho
Was broken in the fall

Never write a love song
Never write a trip hop
Never write a ballad
Got to get a grip now
‘Cos nothing ever matters
If you hide away from it all

In twenty years
This place will be just like LA today

Never write a love song
Never write a trip hop
Never write a ballad
Got to get a grip now
‘Cos nothing ever matters
If you hide away from it all

Never write a love song…

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