Landscape Waltz

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By Tim Pozzi

Nothing at all, nothing at all to do. So we sit in your car and we wait for something, or someone to call. So we sit at the bar. I'll order us a pint and we'll sing all night... Nothing at all, nothing at all to do. Nothing at all to do but it's me & you, and we're gonna win, we're gonna sin and talk about heaven. So we sit in your car and we wait for the stars, and we stare at the sky. So we sit in your car and I'm starving for a kiss. Nothing at all...

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