| Jack Daniel’s in one hand
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| A basic light in the other
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| My two bestfriends for so long
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| That I can’t even remember
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| Blood of christ is dripping in
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| To the eyes of the world again
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| On a horse it seems headless
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| No telling where we’re going
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| Maybe you could turn it around
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| You say «Shut up you’re crazy
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| We can’t go back in time»
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| I know, but the rain it haunts my mind
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| If you knew what it meant to keep your heart the same
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| I swear to god you tried hard not to change
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| Filling station 2 am
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| Filling out a postcard again
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| Laughing and remembering
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| What you say, you’re lucky you’re still breathing
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| Hell I’m ready for what waits
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| Return my body to the leaves
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| With your ghost singing me to sleep
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| I can hear the melody sing
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| Maybe you can still it around
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| You say «Shut up you’re crazy
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| You can’t go back in time»
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| I know but the rain it haunts my mind
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| If you knew what it meant to keep your heart the same
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| I swear to god you tried not to change
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| And even on your leaving…
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| All I need had gone |