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Edison Woods - Dream Of Things lyrics

Quiet nights and sweet guitars.
And little room for words.

Can we drive out to the farthest places
And dream of things to come?
And dream of things.

It's cold outside. December nights.
I don't wanna be alone by myself,
I wanna be alone with someone else.

Can we drive out to the farthest places,
And make the road our friend?
And make the road our friend.