A John Prine cover @ 8:01, how incredibly fabulous is that? Dear godd, I am whistling and fishing in heaven. These guys are hysterical. And have prodigious imaginations.
Well I know I might be wrong And the vows I haven't made may be wasted Copy and pasted from false memories And I very well could be expecting Too much from a lover I needlessly suffer for soft yesterdays And lovely laying on a porch in the rain When faced with adverse circumstances it's the same Still you love me, you say so Enough to recognize that you're lucky, you think so But how lucky am I? If I turn it on it's head will be blood rush to it and make me dizzy Or will it give me the truth that I crave? When I post my 95 it comes out of me Like rags on a scholar, a dog on a collar For I make no sense Afraid that hurtful words could fill my last breath A million memories could not sew my chest Still I hurt you, you say so Enough to make you cry Still you don't know I don't show the reason for my lies.
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