One old man a ten hour day
And not a
Green river flows like grass melting.
Later it will run black
Come down to the edge of the road
You can
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Headlights
Highways
Your life collides with mine
Oh, your life collides with
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I'd like to jettison your medicine
Back to where you
We hear the dealers with the words
That ride the tails
Of
They were looking for me when I came to
They were
Wanna be
Your bread and butter
Wanna be
The honey in your jar
Wanna
I'm not crazy like my brother
But it's the way
Comin Back Comin Home.
The Queen of love enters the room.
Silence
Hold up the firing line
Hold up the fire
Walk away counting