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Blood half moon stuck in your hands |
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Wellin' up deep in your arms |
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Nobody moves if nobody stares |
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Curled up tight, cocoon on the ground |
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A whiskey trail you left in the sand |
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From your cantine |
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You follow it out of your mind, dead blind |
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Livin' life on your own |
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Livin' life on your own |
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Calmin' down a murderer crow |
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(Something or other, we can't really understand) |
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Nobody sees if nobody knows |
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Get outta the car and begin at the end of the road, again |
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Livin' life on your own |
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Livin' life on your own |
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Livin' life on your own |
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Livin' life on your own |
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When you're |
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(Right) |
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They won't shine for me anymore |
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And it's no lie |
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There's no reason they should anyway |
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But if you stand |
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You will recover, oh, ohh, ohh |
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And if you stand |
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You will recover, oh, ohh, ohh |
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A broken fall, a pillow sighs |
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Dig you up and outta the ground |
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Like blood half moons that rise in the sky that rise |
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Anywhere, you're mine |
