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She lifts her skirt up to her knees
Walks through the garden of roses with her bare feet laughing
I never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters
I walk on the down the hill
Through grass grown tall and brown
And still it’s hard somehow to let go of my pain
On past the busted bags and that old and rusted Cadillac
That sinks into this field collecting rain
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged
And of these cut through 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 to 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 its sounds like they’re
Applauding us the sweet love we made
Will I always fell this way?
So empty so strange
Well I looked my demons in the eyes
Laid bare my chest, said do your best, destroy me
See I’ve been to hell and back so many times
I must admit you kinda bore me
There’s a lot of things that can kill a man, there’s a lot of ways to die
Yes and some already dead who walk beside me
There’s a lot of things I don’t understand
Why so many people lie
Well it’s the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me
Will I always feel this way?
So empty so estranged?