When I look back on what I done
About 100 years
Glaring is nice at the sun
If you stare well you
Ain’t it strange
How everybody says I love you
Ain’t it a
An army of ancients could rise from the ground
and tear
Well I don’t think it’s odd
To stand before god
And solemnly
It turns out cigarettes can kill you
cause when you didn't
Oh, in the cornfield beneath
Hangman Street
Is a rock with
I try not to think
Of all the little things
And
Oh, oh, my love
Don’t you leave me
Cause I don’t want
And we're slow to acknowledge the knots in our laces
Heart
I don’t want to fight.
I don’t see no point, we
I'm gonna love you till the day I was born
and
I want to start calling you babe.
Take the phone off
Me and my girl gotta get to heaven.
We’ll get there
Sit on the porch smoke cigarettes
Watching the cops drive by
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