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Camper Van Beethoven

Down here on the north side [ ? ] Down here on the river [ ? ] I got sand in my shoes It's hotter than asphalt It's hotter than pistols I'm as bent as

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I will sing I will be passed on over now Take the wheel Take me down Let me sleep till we have disappeared 'cause we're moving from east to west Across

Walk, oh walk away Put my head down on the table, rub two coins together in my pocket For good luck ''cause how far can you walk and not grow restless

Come on slowly Won't you rise and come To the top of this hill Where the cool breeze spills Now that it's dusk Someone drive them off the street Let the

Back in the woods under ashes, there is a stone. That says he was here a long time ago. I wonder if he'll ever pass this way again. But I know that no

Hey, ya wanna start a fire? One that will never go out? Burn a hole through the center of my mind Let all the bad thoughts out This is not a love affair