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I got your message, this time, and I’m not sure what to say, ‘cause I guess I’ve been on your mind, and I guess I could say the s..

I’m wondering whose melody you stole and which song that chord progression came from, ‘cause everyone who knows your secrets knows that..

Seven dollars to my name, barely a half tank of gas, and no job, like half the country. On the brighter side, I’ve got a pack of cigarettes ..

Freaks.

Under a Kentucky sky, God holds us in the palm of his hand In a sun globe of blue. Me and you, You and I, We sit, limbs entangled like a spider ..

Memories, mostly.

It was four in the morning And we were in the bathtub, Upstairs at your parent’s house. All the ducks were swimming in the water, Not lined ..

We were left alone, Pondering your existence. We were left, Practically forsaken; Trying to imitate the unknown By praying at alters And confess..

I am swimming in a sea of forgetfulness That only pretends to be calm. They are fixing the streetlights again And I am walking down the stairs, Wi..

I am flying Past highways, Under rainbows, Over mountains, Along side Nymphs of the wind. I am sitting In the fateful pla..