| Close the door on a short night
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| Lift the lid on the daylight
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| It’s 6:09, West Tennessee time
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| And I buy all my days
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| At the same place where the girl sells her nights
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| To a god of ocean tides
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| All night long
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| Writing poems to California
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| Melodies of failure
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| And the people I have thrown away
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| Meanwhile somewhere west of Carolina
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| In a congregation of strangers
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| We are digging holes to China
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| Then we pray to our reflections
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| In the water when it rises
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| Headlights pin the highway down
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| Jesus spins the world around
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| I spend all my tomorrows coming down
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| Goodbye all my days
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| I know I said I never loved you
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| But I might just try again tonight
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| Truck stops and river gods
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| Gas stations of the cross
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| Following a ghost Following a ghost
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| I pray the water wash away the memories and the cost
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| Carry me south to the sea
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| Along with your memories of me
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| We are born in the water
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| I will return to thee
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| Coloured lights and birthday cakes
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| Candle wax on paper plates
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| Breathe the water
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| Hush-a-bye, hush-a-bye
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| You can see through water
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| All the way up to the sky
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| Gods of water Gods of rain
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| Cover up the sun again
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| We are crossing at the Mississippi line
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| I tried all my days
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| To love you just the way you hoped I might
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| But I’m leaving here tonight
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| I can’t remember yesterday
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| I tried
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| If I said I could
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| I lied |