Here we are with burning skin
Where we've always been
And we
You say life is a dream where we can't say
I pull up your drive and I lay on the
I see you driving away
On some holiday
Just to leave it
The sun goes down,
And you're still here,
I'm biting my tongue,
And
In time we're all gonna show our age,
like colored birds
A restless sleep
I dreamed a dream the other night
Where I
Just take it nice and easy,
Don't go looking for a
That howling wind, it comes
Knocking on her door.
You know I
Hopeless sons of guns, and tired city wives.
Will get used
She’s a thunderbolt.
With guns & fire,
Two arms full of holes,
And
I should lay around and curse the day
that i fell
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