Well I thought about the army
Dad said, son you're fucking
Six a.m. day after Christmas
I throw some clothes on in
If there's a God, he is laughing at us
and our
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Take a walk
Out the gate you go and never stop
Past
We'd hit the bottom
I thought it was my fault
In a
You took a trip
And climbed a tree
At Robert Sledge's party
And
Good morning, son.
I am a bird
Wearing a brown polyester shirt
Would
I don't get many things right the first time
In
Think of me, anyway you want
I can be, the problem
What I've kept with me and what I've thrown away
Know
Well, he shouted out his last word
And he stumbled through
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
There's an
From the back of your big brown eyes
I knew you'd
I said what you wanted to hear
And what I wanted
I wanna ask you do you ever sit and wonder?
It's