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So there's trouble again on the eastern plainsAs a floral tribute is draped from my backIt's the lure of the cattle market calling againThe ruby red cobwebThe sight I lackAnd there's the fear that I hearOh, a hundred wailing sirensThe sound I'm drowned byTHe tinntitus that lasts As I burn with the heat of a thosand red flares I could play dot to dot with the freckles on your faceAnd Oh, the things I've doneAnd Oh, the gravel tooth sonBurn me now like an ant with the magnifying glassLeave me chared and let the wind blow away the ashSo I marked another tally and took a train backTo the town taht raised me from tiny blade of grassI was chased by a giant balck spool of cellophane That bound my body and cut off the gas Was it the alcoholic blessing I gave myselfOr the counter move book I hold Letras de cancionesOr the smell that rises post-heavy downpourOr the groove down her back like a book's centrefoldAnd Oh, the things I've doneAnd Oh, the gravel tooth sonBurn me now like an ant with the magnifying glassLeave me chared and let the wind blow away the ashSo there's trouble again on the eastern plainsAnd those sirens are all I hearI was humbled by a industry and gave under the wrightOf the thigns I'd done by my 24th yearAnd Oh, the things I've doneAnd Oh, the gravel tooth sonBurn me now like an ant with the magnifying glassLeave me chared and let the wind blow away the ash From Letras Mania