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Disfigured cowboy Mirror in pieces Hold the receiver Trace the police station lines to my number. Number my reasons for this paranoia for these accusations. My fear of the numbers paired off like lovers who add together so I can remember the name of my nation. Disfigured cowboy go back to Alabama. You’ve gone out of your head. Get in your battered Mustang. In the back seat will be your bag. Disfigured cowboy Pale denim phantom If I could just piece together ransom I would buy back the youth that clung tight to your temples. It was chased from his bedroom Letras de cancionesIt chased from his candles By fear of the numbers Paired off like lovers and add it together so I can remember my face of my station. Disfigured cowboy the floor just won’t support you. You fall through the room. Get in your battered Mustang. In the back seat will be your tomb. Well I rode into Buffalo and I found a motel room and tried to escape you. The phone line wouldn’t go through. I looked in the mirror and I saw your coward staring out. I didn’t recognize your eyes, your mouth, or anything other that concerned me now. Oh I thought you were my friend The coward in the mirror The coward at the bed Now don’t come any nearer Oh I thought you were my hero Now I beg you to go back into the shadows. Go back inside my bed. Pull your features back together Smash the mirror when you’re dead. From Letras Mania