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I love this fucking country And she loved me more than I could imagine So I waited till she slept then I stepped into traffic Paint away from the backyard to drip some more Woke up in Texas next to a liquor store With a woman who don't even drink out the whore Big letters IRONY tagged on the wall She was named for another flat land We had it strong back then In Konda we had a pond That would never see the break of dawn To damn afraid of the queen trying to take the pawn Through that away Yes, yes headed out west And got undressed With the nurture she gave me made me drip and get obsessed There was a lady in Los Angeles That handled this the way the manual suggest (the way the manual suggest) She turned me on to music that I never heard before She told me stories from a cup I haven't leaned to pour And I don't know who heard it more Professional journals or perpetual burn holes Scarring up the dirty floor East Letras de cancionesFound a hollow hoe in the Colorado snow It's like I follow anywhere el Diablo go Took a stroll with a feline And sat silent while the snow flakes fell into the D sign Can't let her dance up on top on the top floor Been there done that what do you think it's locked for? I've lost more to my traveling soul Then I dare to talk about so I'll be out I'll be on a roll Down, down, down in Gainesville No stranger to shame cold train and pain pills Sometimes the ceiling is to easy to stare at But it keeps me from a forest full of snare traps and bear traps And it can't come clean without the sun beams And it ain't complete without the drum beats I can tell she don't want me As is time to climb back into the pain and make the back stiff I had to add one more story to the infinite Already interwoven through a New York cigarette Ex lover and a best friend best lover and an ex friend Looking for alcoholic sentimental is a men a rhythm of Religion on the PA Make the people here say God bless the DJ She stays the wafer of replay While I wonder if I'll be able to hear it from the freeway Chicago inside of an empty bottle There's a thin line between gossip and gospel There's a house over there near Wicker Park Where I found out Smart was afraid of the dark Had to break her heart just to help me heal up Tie a knot in the stomach just to help me seal up Make sure the healing stays beneath the core Pray you and yours and whomever you believe in more Look around you there's angels amongst us Look around you there's angels amongst us Sitting in the rain on some sidewalk gaffing Half of her wet cigarette in the ash tray Trying to find a lost soul to save And I'm a lost soul trying to find a road that's paved Keep faith in my suitcase packed my beliefs There's angels exist I've even seen some sleep I love this fucking country And she loved me more than I could imagine So I waited till she slept then I stepped into traffic From Letras Mania