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The Good News
The Good News
Performer
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Ryan Gifford
Ryan Gifford
Songwriter
Jonathan Harris
Jonathan Harris
Songwriter

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I reach into my pocket I'm reaching for some change So I can call a taxi cab To take us to the place Won't you go, won't you go Won't you go with me Won't you go, won't you go Won't you go with me We're kicking up some dirt now The dirt from off our shoes The sediments, the recompense Nothing left to lose Won't you go, won't you go Won't you go with me Won't you go, won't you go Won't you go with me Bury our hands in the sand Ignore the lives we've yet to live Then we'd watch the sun go down Feel the water start to rise Over ankles, over eyes Then we'd slowly float away On this summer day We're sitting in the sand now Sun streams down our face Burns away the memories Those forgotten yesterdays Bury our hands in the sand Ignore the lives we've yet to live Then we'd watch the sun go down Feel the water start to rise Over ankles, over eyes Then we'd slowly float away On this summer day Bury our hands in the sand Ignore the lives we've yet to live Then we'd watch the sun go down Feel the water start to rise Over ankles, over eyes Then we'd slowly float away On this summer day Bury our hands in the sand Ignore the lives we've yet to live Then we'd watch the sun go down Feel the water start to rise Over ankles, over eyes Then we'd slowly float away On this summer day
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