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Tumbleweed By Brandi Haile
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2015Mar 6
https://itun.es/us/r_he6 Footage from a short film titled "Tumbleweed" directed by Jared Varava Lyrics Tumbleweed Roaming free, You roll where 'ere you please. I'm a ghost town and you blow through me like a tumbleweed. Floor board creeks, that old saloon door squeaks, when the last buzzard's beak no longer speaks, you're my tumbleweed. You're my tumbleweed, you're my tumbleweed, you're my tumbleweed. I'm a ghost town and you blow through me, like a tumbleweed. Desert sand, there where we used to stand, just slips right thru my hand, like a dream I had. You're my tumbleweed. Memories, player piano keys, cobwebs and cactus trees, in the air I breathe you're my tumbleweed. You're my tumbleweed, you're my tumbleweed, you're my tumbleweed. You slipped thru my hand, like the desert sand, like a dream I had , that you were my man, like a ghost I stand as you blow thru me, like a tumbleweed.

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