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Faded Signs
03:12
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Sleepy town, leaves have all turned brown
empty bottles out upon display
Faded signs sink into your mind
where all the preacher's daughters go to pray
Worn out clothes, broken store windows
talking to the ghosts that linger there
Constant fight, reincarnate plight
And it's just the kind of place you might appear
Out here things feel so unkind
Dreams caught up in powerlines
Well my heart beats fast
but the future moves so slow
so I guess I'll keep on moving down the road
Spinning wheel, tell another yarn
of the fallen world at better times gone by
Train whistle blow, doesn't even slow
for the factories left slumbering nearby
Out here things feel so unkind
Dreams caught up in powerlines
Well my heart beats fast
but the future moves so slow
so I guess I'll keep on moving down the road
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Bacon Grease
03:37
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I can hear these voices calling
up and down the alleyway
oh tell me mister, can you hear them too?
I don't know what's up or down
ever since my baby went away
hey mister can I bum a smoke from you?
I remember to pay my bills
I remember to take my pills
I remember to cry when I hear her name
I can put on the fitted sheets
Rub the skillet down with bacon grease
I can stare at the wall till I go insane
Broken heart and a broken mind
Headspace aint worth a dime
Feelin feels like a porcupine
and it's poking round my brain
I remember to pay my bills
I remember to take my pills
I remember to cry when I hear her name
I can put on the fitted sheets
Rub the skillet down with bacon grease
I can stare at the wall till I go insane
Days are long and the headwinds strong
but I move around this flesh and bone
Lights are on, but no one's home
I'm a million miles away
I'm a compass only points to south
I'm a preacher with a dirty mouth
silence only makes you want to shout
when you got a lot to say
I remember to pay my bills
I remember to take my pills
I remember to cry when I hear her name
I can put on the fitted sheets
Rub the skillet down with bacon grease
I can stare at the wall till I go insane
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Shameless Shambles Nashville, Tennessee
A bag of mud sits outside long enough to sprout life
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