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1997 A Better View Of The Rising Moon

Home wrecked, house bought Daddy needs a new start Good friend to girlfriend Goodbye, your bags are packed Thanksgiving weekend Mom's on the phone, she

anthem As we sing it in your car I'm an itch beneath your skin That alcohol that you have been drowning in Well, it aches for a century The one who

Hey darlin', you paint a pretty picture The sun is clouded (Yeah, yeah) But we'll find our way home Yes, we'll find our way home Casting shadows on the

There's a sadness in the air On the train to Tennessee And I know there's no angel Watching over me All I have to hold is this atlas and a note that

fine left alone Change the lies, you took the pictures of the wall Stringing along like a beautiful love song Carolina, Carolina, Carolina, Carolina Now that I have you, may I use you as a

still waiting (Not a word that I wrote) Hoping I'm not wrong (Not a thing that I said) Second to the second Oh, oh, oh I'm sitting in a parking lot

changed the locks who took the pictures off the wall string me along like a beautiful love song carolina,carolina carolina,carolina now that i have you may i use you as a

. I fell into a wishing well. So guess what I've been drinking. Turns out you drove me into the crowd. So much for wishful thinking. I fell into a

I kiss the bottle now that it's my only love I am the smile I am the thing that you needed for a while Doesn't matter it's only a matter of time Understand