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Econoline Crush Brand New History

Kick start the beat box The saints are marching through While the house band plays the blues Demons are the dealers here I won't give you no refund On

Me and all my friends, here we go We want to make it, here we go We like it slamming out the stereo, stereo Want to make it go, we want to make it Make

I don't wanna take her, but she makes me I don't wanna fake it, but I know, but I know It makes me blind She knows that she's mine May I go I gotta save

Come to the light To the love To the reason Everything comes from Comes from believing Comes from the faith that I finally found in you Bring what you

I don't know whatever Takes me to the limit Pushes me Then makes me want to stay I won't go forget it Things I said I meant them Funny how Everythings

Did you give up Did it get easier Did all those things you wanted come together in the end Is that the one Was I the even man Did you ever really notice