| Oh Townes Van Zandt haunts your headphones the streetlights sway
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| You left your pregnant girlfriend in a train station in Spain
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| Parades burst from your brain, plaid haired girls call your name
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| Fireflies weave resorts, built of light on perfect shores
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| Knife thrust, lust, angel dust, purple sky’s before dusk
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| In the back of a pick up truck, racing from your shitty luck
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| Black water in a crystal skull
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| Drink deep and hallucinate an ancient ocean
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| Black water pouring out your mouth
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| Time travel to worlds composed of ice fields and sound
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| Oh Townes Van Zandt haunts your headphones the street lights groan
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| That piece of shit left you at a train station all alone,
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| You steal somebody’s purse, ravens rip through your skirt
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| Babies in TV screens chase you out into the street
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| Madrid’s finest hotel, whisky and painkillers
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| If stolen master cards could pay off all this shitty luck
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| Black water in a crystal skull
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| Drink deep and hallucinate an ancient ocean
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| Black water pouring out your mouth
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| Time travel to worlds composed of ice fields and sound
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| When all your friends would call her they’d say it’s for the best
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| You can’t force a man to love you. |
| He’d be a shitty dad
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| They started the trip in the city of Cannes
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| They drank in streets under Cubist mansions
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| And when she told him that she was knocked up you should have seen his face
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| And when she told him that she was knocked up you should have seen his face
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| Black water in a crystal skull
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| Black water filling up your lungs
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| Black water in the south of France
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| Black water changing all your plans yeah |