I watch the stars run away
They can't wait to leave
Are you
Watching over me
In my three-hour sleep?
If people were like
Down the rough road where the asphalt is split
Stumbles a
It all looks beautiful to me
It all looks beautiful to
Mary sits high on a stool
Combing out her hair
While all
Flip the switch and let the gamblers roll
Headed up from
There's a place in Sand Canyon
Where the sun is always
Wrap a ribbon around your finger
Someday you'll remember
What it felt
Tonight I'll say the drunkard's prayer
Down the hatch and drown
You say everything, I don't want to hear
I pretend that
Snow blows through the window, all I can do is
Beneath the blue Organ Mountains
Beneath the sky and the stars
Far
As I lay here beside you, counting minutes in my
Jesus in a candle on the table, rabbit's foot by
Come and sit yourself beside me
This will be my last
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