| Sepia tone Saturday, seen a man drown
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| Sleepy down underneath, dog ran down
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| Hookin' old school, there’s gold in them thar hills
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| Bourgeois porn stash, waist-high deep snow
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| Skull and crossbones, railroad peepshows
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| Playing baseball all fucked up on pills
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| Showing Mussolino, red fire fills the sky
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| Some say the next-door neighbor once killed a guy
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| All kinds of music and nothing else to do
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| Bit by a snake, throwing rocks
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| Accidents happen and no-one talks
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| Then there’s the girl I always wished I knew
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| Punk rock country girl feather line memory, heart set aflame
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| Long-lost Heather nights you put me to shame
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| Punk rock country girl feather line memory, we were the same
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| Long-lost Heather nights hallowed be thy name
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| Too many funerals, names on the guest list
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| Home-made weaponry, the natives are restless
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| Pie eating contest, yeah those were the days
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| Junk store crucifix, parking lot kissing
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| Smells like campfire, gasoline, piss and breast
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| Women naked, she burned me with her gaze
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| Punk rock country girl feather line memory, heart set aflame
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| Long-lost Heather nights you put me to shame
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| Punk rock country girl feather line memory, we were the same
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| Long-lost Heather nights hallowed be thy name
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| Hangman’s link, Hells' Angels HQ
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| Roger Stevens, I still hate you
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| Far away, coyote sings the blues
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| The longest train I ever saw
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| Abandoned building, rooster claw
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| Kids on bikes and bad luck brings the news
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| Well I found religion in her bedroom
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| Parts of me that will be dead soon
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| The number thirty-three and let her go
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| Chainsaw violence, pretty dresses
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| Secret wishes, shitty messes
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| And the girl that was impossible to know
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| Punk rock country girl feather line memory, heart set aflame
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| Long-lost Heather nights you put me to shame
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| Punk rock country girl feather line memory, we were the same
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| Long-lost Heather nights hallowed be thy name |