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Old Crow Well, I'm heading toward the trash again, and I'm bringing all my crap. And I wonder will it take this time, or will I soon be heading back. You gotta unearth me, Lord, I been buried before my time and it was my hand held the shovel, it was me that done the crime. I wanna go. I wanna run away from here. I wanna step out into the morning light where everything is clear. But I can't seem to escape myself, I go everywhere I go and when I think I've finally hid, I hear the shrieking of an old crow. In a moment of clear sobriety, I see the pain without disguise, but the sorrow is not my own, I can see it in my family's eyes. And when I look into those eyes, my heart begins to beat, and if You can help me, Lord, I just might dig out of defeat. I wanna go. I wanna run away from here. I wanna step out into the morning light where everything is clear. But I can't seem to escape myself, I go everywhere I go and when I think I've finally hid, I hear the shrieking of an old crow. I know that I am just a few slippery steps from the fall; through the fog of anger and sadness I can still hear the call. I wanna go. I wanna run away from here. I wanna step out into the morning light where everything is clear.
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September (a song for Jessie) Do you remember when I gave to you a token of my love to cherish always. When you tried to give it back to me under Christmas lights, I messed it up, because I couldn't wait. Snow-covered mountain tops in New Mexico. Going to the shore and running from the beach patrol. Fireworks on New Year's Eve, and you Staying-In-Style with me. It's been good. It's been so sweet. Girl, you reached me in my darkness and helped me get back to my feet. I can hear my brother singing in the background, and I can feel you whisper in my ear. I can almost taste your goodness all around me. Baby, it must be September-what a great time of year. |
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