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Austin Webb

Misfits

 

Misfits


We used to lay on the bed with the Grateful Dead
In our headphones all all alone
You were a friend of the Devil, little red head rebel
With your venom in my soul
We didn't know just what it was but
Sure as hell called it love
And when I hear that song
I sing along and think about us

17 with a pocket full of dreams and a little bit a money saved up
Sharing sips and cigarette tips on the tailgate of my truck

We were young and full of feelings
Heart beating barely breathing
Counting stars on a Saturday night
With our backs in the grass on the 50 yard line
We were one step short of leaving
Wide eyed and full of freedom
Hot blooded in our cheap blue jeans
We were misfits with American dreams

Red light running, main street gunning
We were buzzing like a neon sign
You had my heart in your hand
When you made me a man
Kissing heaven for the first time

All that mattered was the cash for a full tank of gas and some Marlboro Lights
Love grew green, your lips were sweet as bottled up watermelon wine

We were young and full of feelings
Heart beating barely breathing
Counting stars on a Saturday night
With our backs in the grass on the 50 yard line
We were one step short of leaving
Wide eyed and full of freedom
Hot blooded in our cheap blue jeans
We were misfits with American dreams

All we had was all we wanted, all we wanted was all we had
All we had was all we wanted, hindsight's 20/20 looking back

We were young and full of feelings
Heart beating barely breathing
Counting stars on a Saturday night
With our backs in the grass on the 50 yard line
We were one step short of leaving
Wide eyed and full of freedom
Hot blooded in our cheap blue jeans
We were misfits with American dreams
Yeah, misfits with American dreams
Misfits with American dreams

We used to lay on the bed with the Grateful Dead
In our headphones all alone

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