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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...