My folks own the land round here
And our big old
Scarred, scourged, tattered
Vessels frayed and frail
The shield of faith is
I received a letter, like so many others
Mama said, "How's
Stand up and take it, it's all I can do
Am
Should I go north? No
Should I go south? No
Should I
I was minding my business like a good girl should
A
Nobody knows about inspiration
Where it may hide or it's destination
Forever
Some men get up every morning
And put on a pre-pressed
Look at all the happy people
See their faces change
As you
Well alright, you gave it all up for a dream
Fate
You can trip smug smiling in your worn-out shoes
Cast away
This world is not my home, I'm just a passing
I wish you never even loved me
It makes it so
Steaks are getting cold on the table
I've got the TV
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