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THE ROAD, SOMETIMES...GETS STRETCHED
Bopsie: Two of us wearing raincoats, Standing solo in the sun
Mopsie: You and me chasing paper, Getting nowhere on our way back home, We're on our way back home, We're on our way home
Bopsie: We're going home???
Mopsie: You and I have memories, Longer than that road that stretches out ahead, and if you don't start remembering more, that road home will keep stretchin...Feel me, playa
Bopsie: Feelin' ya, girl...
