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brandoj
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camping out in the front yard
grabbing our flashlights and batteries
telling ghost stories all night long
V
we curled up in our sleeping bags
and hid the world away
our dreams became reality
C
and while the rooster calls
we will lie in wait
under the rising sun
the beginning of the day
V
shadows dance with the blowing trees
the wind whistles a tune of melancholy
the break of day has finally come
and the birds keep perfect harmony
camping out in the front yard
grabbing our flashlights and batteries
telling ghost stories all night long
V
we curled up in our sleeping bags
and hid the world away
our dreams became reality
C
and while the rooster calls
we will lie in wait
under the rising sun
the beginning of the day
V
shadows dance with the blowing trees
the wind whistles a tune of melancholy
the break of day has finally come
and the birds keep perfect harmony