| Fast car connected with knee
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| I rolled over hood
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| Head connected with street
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| On pavement I started to bleed
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| Onlookers said Hail Mary’s for me
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| Woke from a dead sleep last night
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| Felt a presence at my bedside
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| Cold lips pressed tightly to mine
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| The ghost of walking upright
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| Birds pick the ticks from the herds
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| Tongue loses grip on its words
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| Fast cars jump curbs
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| What we did in Swineburne Park wasn’t worth much
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| But it’s worth this remark:
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| We mated out of season and spent the winter grieving
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| You said there’s gold in them there hills
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| You said there’s pleasure in crushed pills
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| You said you’d take them over meals
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| God I hate the sound of your voice
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| You wanna be a rich Henry Darger
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| But it don’t work that way, partner
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| You’ve gotta live in those trenches
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| You can’t eat off real art
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| Birds pick the ticks from the herds
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| Tongue loses grip on its words
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| Fast cars jump curbs
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| What we did in Swineburne Park wasn’t worth much
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| But it’s worth this remark:
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| We mated out of season, spent our winter grieving
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| Oh Mr. Artist. |
| I think you missed your calling
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| Heard you got a job on a road crew, just to eat
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| Heard you cry the whole time
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| «I've got a college degree!»
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| Heard you got a job at a niteclub, just to eat
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| Heard you cry the whole time
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| «They should be watching me!»
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| Here’s a word from the Earth, here’s her decree:
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| Don’t care don’t care don’t care
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| Don’t care don’t care don’t care |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gray Morrow , by - End Of A Year. Song from the album End of a Year, in the genre Хардкор