| I moved myself west to find a philosophy
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| To learn my geography at best
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| Where the mountains are cold
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| The rain drops it’s tears, i’m told
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| Amongst the ashes a heart of gold, they say
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| I guess it’s best to imagine it that way
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| So i bought me a book to teach me the ways of god
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| To open my tarnished heart from it
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| Started praisin' the lord & talkin' in tongues & code;
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| I did repairs on that broken road back home
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| I guess it’s better than being alone
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| And now to death: i’m dying
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| To love: i’m trying
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| To god: i’m lying again
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| And to my ma: i’ve failed you
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| To my pa: i (always) blamed you
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| And to god: i have shamed you again
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| So i moved myself out, i pictured a better home-
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| A lawn full of marigolds, i guess
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| I headed back east, started thinking my hope away
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| Depression was the one to stay since then
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| Now, i take pills to push it from my head
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| Yes, i take pills to push it from my head
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| And now to death: i’m dying
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| To love: i’m trying
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| To god: i’m lying again
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| And to my ma: i’ve failed you
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| To my pa: i (always) blamed you
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| And to god: i have shamed you again
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| To god: i have shamed you again
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| To god: i have shamed you again
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| Again |