Dedicated to the nearest star

Thinking I could chase after you was the worst mistake I ever made.
I’m setting down my shoes and leaving town.

I’ll head west and gather as much along the way as I can.

Look for me on the other side of the mountains.

Meet me in the wind and rain.
I’ll have no cover on.
And we can dance until we’re blue.

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