Woke up at eight, started the fire
Had a few drinks, we all felt inspired
Jumped in the stream, our shoes and canteens
The water was bitter cold
Laid in the raft till it started moving
The current just sang, the song was so soothing
We stopped along the way
On a beach, in the sun, on a beautiful day
Our boats collide, we feel the breeze
We stay afloat and make the most of everything
Let's take the moon and make it shine for everyone
–Get Up Kids, "Campfire Kansas"
And never will.
05 September 2006
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