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backyard
We spend hours outside
Just two kids and a mountaintop
Running ridges was our workshop
As we screamed down the valley our voices heard not

you baby this ain't no suburban Woodstock
Hippie lady putting on a show
I bet you smoked a substance unknown
I bet you cooked it in your backyard
Mixed

The driveways long and the snow is hard
So they make some cocoa 
Snow angels fly in the backyard
It’s winter in a small town

It’s winter in a small town

growing up and growing walls
We got numb to all the talk
We forgot how backyard kingdoms fall
And how it's hard to breathe the air when you're sharing it

Early Warning, Drove the east road to the bay
Smoke Cloud breathing down their necks
Angry Embers from the Blaze
Backyards turned to ashtrays, Please

Just like
When we'd walk at night
When we'd walk at night

Stop jumping on the counter tops
Don't know how good i've got it
Stay in my thoughts
Backyard

Watching evening baseball 
Is a summer staple
With a six pack and a hot dog 
And those burgers cooking
On that backyard grill and
Me and all my buddies

sure about love

They cut down the tree in the backyard
We never got to climb
A bag full of rocks and your tooth in a box
take your time
Under a soft

backyard and not today

Fly on somewhere else
I know I'm going to hell for telling you
Fly on with nowhere to go
I still won't even open my door

Where can

us climb out and
Watch the stars on the roof
Discover the night in our backyard
There's is an infinite number of possibilities
And a limited number

baby Jesus tonight
I hope it's Christmas Time for everyone
It's a silent and a holy night, the backyards covered all in white
It's a quiet and a peaceful

and the snow is hard
So they make some cocoa 
Snow angels fly in the backyard
It’s winter in a small town

It’s winter in a small town
And the neighbors not

Playing cat and mouse with the way we want to live
I don't know when the next time I'll see you is

Runnin' around with sticks in the backyard
Don't feel

backyard, wtf is up to all you bitches talkin down on some real ones, till you blast that bitch off in my face it ain't no real gun i guarantee you will run,

history
As I call their land my home I wonder did I listen, hear them when they speak
There are poppies in my backyard breaking through the concrete
But

heaven just be beers in the backyard.
Plus hell would totally be my luck. I don't wanna be such a try hard.

Put me in my place.
Put me in my place.
Put me

We all fall in pray
When we cannot play
We move on again
We don't stay in pain, away

Backyard Prince!
(odem on the base)

When I fall in many

of gold, they light up the street,
Bringing warmth and love with every beat.

Their backyard parties, a sight to behold,
Where laughter and music never grow

You can't be up in my space from the front porch to the backyard
Don't you waste my line, and don't you waste my time
I already know you wasn't worth

ourselves here
But I know that these moments Seem to drag on like years
Hope may be faltering,
Flickering dear

But do you recall
Our backyard in the fall

nothing
Don't tell me secrets you can't hide
Don't go telling me nothing
You can't handle, you can't find

From the backyard things were so hard
I need

you’ll find your ultimate star
Even worse land in my backyard
Cry me a river
A river of love

Why am I pointing down
Maybe the world is upside down
Cry me

easy
It shouldn't be hard
You shouldn't be a stranger in your own backyard

Now that road keeps rolling on forever
And the years keep pulling us apart
I

A hollywood hangout 
A backyard blowout
I could meet you downtown

Used to hang in Soho 
Now I’m flying solo 
Never catch me off the road

You never