| Today I got my call from ketchum idaho
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| From hemingway and railways and whiskey wine and snow
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| But if youve never been in pain before then I guess you wouldnt know
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| Im leaving in a while now for ketchums icy sting
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| To walk and fish and write some songs, to stay up late and drink
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| And if I stay there long enough then Ill never feel a thing
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| And ketchum will be good to you if are strong and brave
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| She caters to the melancholy every single day
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| And babbles like a drunk old man unloading all his pain
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| Ill lock myself in ketchums stare Ill make her my whole world
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| Im gonna roam the ketchum streets to find a ketchum girl
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| And then Ill let her break my heart cos thats all that I do well
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| The valley will become my home her hills will keep me safe
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| Ill give her songs about my soul when theres no soul left to take
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| And Ill forget I ever lived in any other place
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| And it may seem inevitable I would love this fate
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| So beautiful and tragic and her heroes cant escape
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| And hemingway he shot himself one july evening late
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| But me I couldnt bring myself to bloody ketchums name
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| Underneath her passion boils, never spoils surface tame
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| Ill slowly let her kill me with her lonely wind and rain
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| Her lonely tears and pain |