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Song for kelly huckaby Lyricsby Death Cab For Cutie Buy album CD: Forbidden Love Photographs of the best time you had, windows smugded by the speed. Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street, as morning turned into California, And smoke trailed from the butt of my cigarette. Our glass house it threw rocks at all those it past. Waking up to the sound of 5 A.M to take my turn at the wheel. Climbed up Shasta, oh how the engine ached as the sun tortured California, and old alleys turned deep at the heart of me. Murals of heros defacing the blank concrete. Vision tunneled, Mission Street, hunger beat lodged out as the engine wheezed. Still moving regardless of stable ground and this stable ground. Photographs of the best time you had, windows smugded by the speed. Leaving home with our bags from Iron street as morning turned into California.
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