Ridge

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The mountainside broke through the night and killed the radio
The voices of the station quickly faded, coast to coast

In the shadows, the static of the station slowly rose

With her mind at rest in her thoughtlessness in a haze of falling snow
Her weightless dream fell to the street and melted as she rolled to Colorado ~ The Rentals

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