Gather at the church
Say a quiet prayer
Hold each other's hands
Praying
You can tell by the wind
By fresh cut wood
All stacked
(you are every bit a soldier
i won't forget you too
claire fontaine
who are you
i like the paper you make
we were
You're where all the poets go
You're where all the ashes
What jesus can't fix tonight
The whiskey certainly might.
I must have
Goodbye to radio,
goodbye to the things that we know.
And calculate
Ice age
Don't cry baby
'Cause we'll ride it where it goes
And
No muscle man, no candy cane
No pack of sexy starving
It's been fun, destroying our bodies
It's been great, just being
you bought a gun
cause you thought I wouldn't listen
to your
if god takes you he leaves
a huge footprint of love
The brake lights
Are really quite lovely
Thousands of souls
All stopping togethe
Rain, rain
Falling is the only thing you ever do
You're
You slept through the last small town
I'll wake you up
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