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Lyrics for 'Sierra' by 'Cursive'
In The Desert, Where The Cities Are Made Of Gold,
There's A Girl Playing Hopscotch With Pink Ribbon Pigtails.
And Hermom Calls Out From An Apartment Balcony,
"come On, Baby! Your Bath Is Ready! It's Almost Time For Sleep!"
And I Wonder Who's The Father...
And I Wonder What They Call Her - Sierra.
Does Her Mother Smoke, Or Does She Jog Every Morning?
Does She Drink When She Thinks About Me?
Or Doesn't She Need To Drink... Does She Have A Man Who Works A Nine To Five?
Does He Come Home To Kiss Our Young Sierra, Tuck Her In And Say Goodnight?
(and An Extra Kiss For Mama...)
I Want That Kiss, That Kid, That Apartment.
I'm Ready To Settle Down Now, So Get That Man Out Of My Bed.
I Want My Daughter Back Now, I Want To Kiss Her,
Tuck Her In And Say, "goodnight, My Baby Girl, Sierra."
Sierra, Sierra, Sierra, Sierra,
I'll Never Know Who You Are, And I Don't Deserve To.
My Little Girl, We Would've Been So... Oh, Nevermind.
But I'm Ready To Settle Down Now - Yeah, I'm Ready To Leave That Wrecking Ball Behind.
I Could Be Your Carpenter, And You Could Be My Twinkling North Star O'er The Desert Sky.
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