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She lifts her skirt up to her knees |
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Walks through the garden of roses with her bare feet laughing |
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I never learned to count my blessings |
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I choose instead to dwell in my disasters |
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I walk on down the hill |
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Through grass grown tall and brown |
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And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain |
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On past the busted back and |
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Of that old and rusted Cadillac |
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That sinks into this field collecting rain |
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Will I always feel this way? |
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So empty, so estranged |
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Of these cutthroat busted sunsets |
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These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary |
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If through my cracked and dusty dime store lips |
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I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me |
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Lay your blouse across the chair |
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Let fall the flowers from your hair |
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And kiss me with that country mouth so plain |
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Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves |
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To me it sounds like they're applauding us |
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The quiet love we make |
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Will I always feel this way? |
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So empty, so estranged |
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Well I looked my demons in the eyes |
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Laid bare my chest said do your best destroy me |
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See I've been to hell and back so many times |
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I must admit you kinda bore me |
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There's a lot of things that can kill a man |
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There's a lot of ways to die |
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Yes and some already dead who walk beside me |
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There's a lot of things I don't understand |
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Why so many people lie |
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Well it's the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me |
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Will I always feel this way? |
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So empty, so estranged |
