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The shatter of the bottles would scare me something awful as a kid My fear, how it would harden and find a home in places that I hid I'd tear 'em down and run away But never found my getaway Outside Tuscaloosa, the time you thought you'd turned it all around Remember how you used to think you could salvage anything you found You knew it then, you know it now A rattled chain still rattles loud In all those years of moving, I was slowly losing all my names No matter what I'd ruin, it couldn't hold a candle to the pain My tears are real and all my own Pouring down there all alone The soft roll of the water reminds me of my father's parting words "Son, now don't you bother looking for your place out in the world" "The tide will roll through the waves, Son, you'll find your getaway" From Letras Mania