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Astair your glare is killing me Astair is skies of blue The signs you wear are making me So confused But the mountains and the trees Are they just what
I would shine just like a million suns if you'd just love me baby I'll be in your life again so baby, baby just say maybe Now here I come To dance around
I've heard the story, I'm sure he held you down Forced you to do things while I'm not around But you lied, yeah you lied But I've got cigarette eyes
I've collected all my things and put them all in boxes. I'll pay off all my dues, I don?t care what the cost is. For actin like, for actin like a fool
If I wait long enough someone might come out If I tried I could be somebody else So I follow false prophets walking down my street To keep, keep me
Behind the mountains where the Cuckoo sings They tried to mine a miner for his golden veins But a guy gets lonely and a guy gets sick Evil woman you'
When you?re so lonely lying in bed Night?s closed it?s eyes but you can?t rest your head Everyone?s sleeping all through the house You wish you could
So much more than we got to do Don't want to wait before my shoes Walk over me before, before I do So much talking left to do You stop talking way too
I've been waiting, pacing along the halls ever since you left here I've been cleaning, scrubbing the plates and weeding out the garden dear I can't fall
I must confess this blood in my chest I've made a great mistake so cruel One, two, three there's an owl on me I'm searching for the way it used to be
Early in the morning clouds are dropping on my head Remind me the things last night I should have left unsaid So please forgive the words I use, my mind
Well Miss Magnolia You just can't keep, keep me to yourself You know I've been here way to long You had me working all day long No I'm not cut out and
Burnt trees on a snowy pass All my friends are far behind I'm stuck with you tonight But I'd be better alone So come on wheels take me far away Where
We have got no dough at all got a jar full of pennies that don't amount to any thing, thing, thing these are the melodies with simple harmonies we sing
Flowers are nice, flowers are pretty So I took a ride away from the city Stories I'd heard of mystery and magic Traveling caravans left me enchanted
Skin's turning green, eyes are turning yellow The Doctor stays rich because I'm a sickly fellow Got the hypochondriac blues I need your medicine to soothe
Through early morning fog I see visions of the things to be the pains that are withheld for me I realize and I can see... [REFRAIN]: that suicide is
