Hannah left for Burning Man With a bag full of contraband She said, The stars look better in the desert When youre rolling with a friend Aint got shit to do in Baton Rouge So, what have I got to lose? Hannah left for Burning Man With a bag full of contraband Singing ay oh, whoa... Singing ay oh, whoa... Im gonna get a little out there when I get there Find myself in that desert air Sink like a feather, float like a stone Into the great unknown Into the great unknown Hand hanging out the window And Petty playing on the radio Singing, Oh, my, my, oh, hell yes. Only a thousand miles to go I bet back at home theyre waking up Wondering where the hell Ive run Hand hanging out the window And Petty playing on the radio Singing ay oh, whoa... Im gonna get a little out there when I get there Find myself in that desert air Sink like a feather, float like a stone Im gonna get a little out there when I get there Find myself in that desert air Sink like a feather, float like a stone Into the great unknown Oh... Hannah left for Burning Man With a bag full of contraband She took a long trip on a moonless night And she never came home again Im gonna get a little out there when I get there Find myself in that desert air Sink like a feather, float like a stone Im gonna get a little out there when I get there Find myself in that desert air Sink like a feather, float like a stone Into the great unknown Into the great unknown Into the great unknown Ay oh, whoa... Into the great unknown
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