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Mraz Jason Waiting For My Rocket To Come

dozen to get my point to you? Would it take a half a pound to roll a joint for you Would it take some hailing mary's so full of grace to get my sound

along the fault is up for grabs why can't you have it If it's for sale what is your offer, I'll sell it for no less than what I bought it for Pay no more

with my hand in my pocket and i?m waiting for my rocket to come i?m just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and i?m waiting for my rocket y

bakers dozen to get my point to you? Would it take a half a pound to roll a joint for you Would it take some hailing mary's so full of grace to get my

Oh love it's a brittle madness, I sing about it in all my sadness It's not falsified to say that I found god so inevitably well, It still exists pale

The night. She brushed her hands upon my flushed cheek Smelled of childhood remnants of a dusty weeping willow Clouds soothe, Shredded by the calico

how truly bright you are You don't know me but I know you You're my favorite star Follow you I will so lets get moving Who needs shelter when the mornings coming