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Was broken down, by the side of the road, yeah |
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Was crawling in the darkness like a king snake in the woods |
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We were hiding in the tall grass |
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Hiding in the tall grass |
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Just looking for a place to shed our skins |
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We're gonna summon the Holy Ghost from the battlefield |
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And in the morning this old world won't be the same |
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Won't be the same, Lord |
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Snapshot lightning, silhouette expressions, |
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Monumental faces in the flesh of Cypress trees and killing vines |
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Naked in the mud, girl |
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Let's sling a little mud, girl |
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Just looking for a place to shed our skins |
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We're gonna summon the Holy Ghost from the battlefield |
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And in the morning this old world won't be the same |
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We're gonna summon the Holy Ghost from the battlefield |
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And in the morning this old world won't be the same |
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Won't be the same, Lord |
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Feeling weak in the Itta Bina hot sun |
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Crawling to the station we were foamin' at the mouth |
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Sippin' on a tall boy, sippin' on a tall boy |
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Just looking for a place to shed our skins |
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We're gonna summon the Holy Ghost from the battlefield |
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And in the morning this old world won't be the same |
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We're gonna summon the Holy Ghost from the battlefield |
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And in the morning this old world won't be the same |
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We're gonna summon the Holy Ghost from the battlefield |
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And in the morning this old world won't be the same |
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Show me the way, Lord! |
