| Yellow weeds
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| Yellow weeds
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| I swear that overnight it’s gone to seed
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| All of my memories
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| Swallowed whole by all these yellow weeds
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| God’s little acre’s overgrown
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| I hardly recognize my home
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| I used to drive these roads at midnight in the fog
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| Have to remind me now, I might get lost
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| Yellow weeds
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| Yellow weeds
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| I swear that overnight it’s gone to seed
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| All of my memories
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| Swallowed whole by all these yellow weeds
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| There’s my old school, I’ve got to slow
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| Same place my Dad, he used to go
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| Chain on the fences now, locks on every door
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| Won’t hear the laughing of the children anymore
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| Yellow weeds
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| Yellow weeds
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| I swear that overnight it’s gone to seed
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| All of my memories
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| Swallowed whole by all these yellow weeds
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| Past ain’t a place that’s built to stand
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| This I know, I feel it slipping through my hands
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| Even my recollection’s bound to fade in time
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| Long as I can I want to hold it close to mine
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| Another highway shrine, a little wooden cross
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| Another pistol goin' off
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| This ground is taking back her blessings one by one
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| You’ve got to count them all before we’re overrun
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| Yellow weeds
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| Yellow weeds
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| I swear that overnight it’s gone to seed
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| Yellow weeds
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| Yellow weeds
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| Swallowed whole by all these yellow weeds
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| Swallowed whole by all these yellow weeds |