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Hot summer night, I was counting all the starlight on your skin Airtight, as I watched you breathing out, I'm breathing in By the lake, so humid that

I've got a blue telescope, I'm looking at the world tonight Through a blue telescope; I wish I may, I wish I might Not see what I see - sheet metal

habits are hard to break Cause even the good ones Just seem to go bad Might be the sweetest love That you ever had You just cant let em go For goodness

Sometimes I dont even move a muscle Baby when you lie awake at night I think I've got nine lives in these corpuscles Girl, you know sometimes I dont

Saturday night he comes home stinking sunday morning she wakes up thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking does she need to get the kids dressed

What is that fallin' out of your eyes What is that rollin' on down your shit Thunder and lightning from the bloodshot skies This time its feeling

Well I never went to college, babe I did not have the luck Rolled out of Indiana in the back of a pickup truck With no education higher Than the

got it off his chest He wouldn't be caught dead wearing that vest Not rock back Billy Rock back Billy He came to make a stew With that swamp guitar

Well the sun comes up and you stare your cup of coffee, yup Right through the kitchen floor You feel like hell so you might as well get out and sell