Lyrics
Dirt roads to causeways
Farm is now a parking lot
Freinds are strangers
Everything has to be bought
Quiet nights to sirens
Make sure the door is locked
In the air is anger
Worry you might get caught
Am I the only one who remembers
A better time
Style
country
Credits
Prompt byMark4real
GeneratedJun 3, 2025
ModelAria v4
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