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#Postcards From The Wasteland
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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 [E/D#]words
With broken motel
pens
Heres
something to hold on to till
I come home again
Here the
days dont have names they
got numbers
And the
nights just seems to dance into each
other
Sacred
lovers are like [E/D#]fire flies
each one has a
spark
Trying to fill the whole where
once there was a heart
>
Im sending
Postcards from the
Wasteland
Following my headlights dont the
highway in the
dark
Im sending
Postcards from the
Wasteland
Postmarked from the
state of my
heart
In
care of whe
rever you
are
Postcards from the Wasteland
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Now
before the summer sun gets c
hased away
And
all of our tomorrows turn into
yesterdays
Im gonna
build you tha[E/D#]t castle
Im gonna
write you that so
ng
I gotta
find the words to say
Until Ive
got you in my arms
>
Im sending
Postcards from the
Wasteland
Following my headlights dont the
highway in the
dark
Im sending
Postcards from the
Wasteland
Postmarked from the
state of my
heart
In
care of whe
rever you
are
Postcards from the
Wasteland
T
onight Ill meet you
in my
dreams
See you soon.
Love, me
>
Im sending
Postcards from the Wasteland
Following my headlights dont the
highway in the dark
Im sending
Postcards from the Wasteland
Im sending
Postcards from the Wasteland
Im sending
Postcards from the
Wasteland
Following my headlights dont the
highway in the
dark
Im sending
Postcards from the
Wasteland
Postmarked from the
state of my
heart
Im sending
Postcards from the
Wasteland
Following my headlights dont the
highway in the
dark
Im sending
Postcards from the
Wasteland
Postmarked from the
state of my
heart
In
care of where
ver you a
re…
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Transcribed by Felipe Fontoura
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