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She lifts her skirt up to her knees
Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet laughing
I never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell in my disa sters
Walk on down the hill
Through the grass grown tall and brown
And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain
On past the busted back
Of this old and rusted Cadillac
That sinks into this field collecting rain
Will I always feel this way
So empty so estr anged
Of these cutthroat busted sunsets
These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary
If through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips
I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me
Lay your blouse across the chair
Let fall the flowers from your hair
And kiss me with that country mouth so plain
Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves
To me it sounds like they're
applauding us the quiet love we make
Will I always feel this way
So empty so estr anged
Harmonica
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Well I looked my demons in the eyes
Laid bare my chest said do your best and destroy me
See I've been to hell and back so many times
I must admit you kind of bore me
There's a lot of things that can kill a man
There's a l ot of ways to die
Yes and some already dead who walk beside you
There's a lot of things I don't understand
Why so many people lie
Well it's the hurt you hide that fuels the fires inside you
Will I always feel this way
So empty so estr anged
Harmonica
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