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This was recorded in Dillon Patterson's garage on a tape player in 1 take.
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We are writing songs in the fort, what else can we do?
I got bubblegum and peanut butter stuck on the bottom of my shoes.
Look out here she comes
Running through the woods
Raining down a terrible fate
So look out here she comes
I saw an Indian riding a canoe
riding down the river, looking rather blue
and i couldn't help but wonder
i couldn't help but wonder
are all our lives a waste
are all of our lives a waste
Look out here she comes
Running through the woods
Raining down a terrible fate
So look out here she comes
I saw an Indian riding a canoe
riding down the river, looking rather blue
and i couldn't help but wonder
I couldn't help but wonder
are all our lives a waste
are all of our lives a waste
Look out here she comes
Running through the woods
Raining down a terrible fate
So look out here she comes
I saw an Indian riding a canoe
riding down the river, looking rather blue
and i couldn't help but wonder
I couldn't help but wonder
are all our lives a waste
are all of our lives a waste
Look out here she comes
Running through the woods
In the middle of our terrible fate
So look out here she comes
I saw an Indian riding a canoe
riding down the river, looking rather blue
and i couldn't help but wonder
I couldn't help but wonder
are all our lives a waste
are all of our lives a waste
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