Man of Maps Lyrics

	As a man of maps
	As a man of maps I gazed on in
	Thank Christ, turn out the lights
	Somewhere between the station and the turnpike
	It's indecision that I don’t like
	For over 36 moons
	Third pitcher on a working afternoon
	Open sky when it’s the 20th of June
	Ain’t no weekends here
	As a man of maps, I gazed on in
	I look back on those days in silence
	A hundred thousand, maybe more
	Its hard to count them, falling like dead flowers on the floor
	My heart is pounding, a pile driver in my chest
	A warm fountain, cold cigarette
	As a man of maps, I gazed on in
	I look back on those days in silence
	I wish that I would be forgiven, for all those things I’ve done
	I wish that I would be forgiven, for all those things, all those crazy things I…
	As a man of maps
	As a man of maps
	As a man of maps I gazed on in...

	As a man of maps
	As a man of maps I gazed on in
	Thank Christ, turn out the lights
	Somewhere between the station and the turnpike
	It' s indecision that I don' t like
	For over 36 moons
	Third pitcher on a working afternoon
	Open sky when it' s the 20th of June
	Ain' t no weekends here
	As a man of maps, I gazed on in
	I look back on those days in silence
	A hundred thousand, maybe more
	Its hard to count them, falling like dead flowers on the floor
	My heart is pounding, a pile driver in my chest
	A warm fountain, cold cigarette
	As a man of maps, I gazed on in
	I look back on those days in silence
	I wish that I would be forgiven, for all those things I' ve done
	I wish that I would be forgiven, for all those things, all those crazy things I
	As a man of maps
	As a man of maps
	As a man of maps I gazed on in...

	As a man of maps
	As a man of maps I gazed on in
	Thank Christ, turn out the lights
	Somewhere between the station and the turnpike
	It' s indecision that I don' t like
	For over 36 moons
	Third pitcher on a working afternoon
	Open sky when it' s the 20th of June
	Ain' t no weekends here
	As a man of maps, I gazed on in
	I look back on those days in silence
	A hundred thousand, maybe more
	Its hard to count them, falling like dead flowers on the floor
	My heart is pounding, a pile driver in my chest
	A warm fountain, cold cigarette
	As a man of maps, I gazed on in
	I look back on those days in silence
	I wish that I would be forgiven, for all those things I' ve done
	I wish that I would be forgiven, for all those things, all those crazy things I
	As a man of maps
	As a man of maps
	As a man of maps I gazed on in...

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