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 Tonight the moon is pretty as a brand new rose

 And the nosey stars seem to know

 Where everybody goes

 As poets reach for words

 With broken motel pens

 Here’s something to hold on to till I come home again

 Here the days don’t have names they got numbers

 And the nights just seems to dance into each other

 Sacred lovers are like fire flies each one has a spark

 Trying to fill the whole where once there was a heart

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 I’m sending Postcards from the Wasteland

 Following my headlights don’t the highway in the dark

 I’m sending Postcards from the Wasteland

 Postmarked from the state of my heart

 In care of wherever you are

Postcards from the Wasteland

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 Now before the summer sun gets chased away

 And all of our tomorrows turn into yesterdays

 I’m gonna build you that castle

 I’m gonna write you that song

 I gotta find the words to say

 Until I’ve got you in my arms

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 I’m sending Postcards from the Wasteland

 Following my headlights don’t the highway in the dark

 I’m sending Postcards from the Wasteland

 Postmarked from the state of my heart

 In care of wherever you are

 Postcards from the Wasteland

 Tonight I’ll meet you in my dreams

 See you soon.

 Love, me

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 I’m sending Postcards from the Wasteland

 Following my headlights don’t the highway in the dark

 I’m sending Postcards from the Wasteland

 I’m sending Postcards from the Wasteland

 I’m sending Postcards from the Wasteland

 Following my headlights don’t the highway in the dark

 I’m sending Postcards from the Wasteland

 Postmarked from the state of my heart

 I’m sending Postcards from the Wasteland

 Following my headlights don’t the highway in the dark

 I’m sending Postcards from the Wasteland

 Postmarked from the state of my heart

 In care of wherever you are...