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I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi.
My girlfriend blows a boozy good-bye kiss.
I see flying squirrels and nightmares of...
Long about an hour before sunrise
she drags his body down to the edge of the swollen river
wrapped in a red velvet curtain...
Sunlight in the weeds...I wish that I was blind...to the ghosts
dancing in the breeze...blowing through my mind.
Got a Corvair...
Nothing's prettier than a pretty girl digging a heart shaped hole in the ground. Hear that sound? That's the fortress 'round your heart...
They tell me miracles abound now more than ever, but I don't care. They say it's better to be blessed than it is to be clever, but I don't...
Where in the world did you come from my dear?
Did some mysterious voice tell you I'd still be here? I bought this ticket to Mobile,...
Fools wind blowing up brown bible verses. Dust storm of memory. Truck stop reverie. 3 AM in my home town, not a soul stirring around. Mr....
Jesus and the fiery furnace.
Devil and the deep blue sea.
Preacher say I'm gonna burn in hell for all eternity.
But when...
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
I am a, two hours of...
I like to go out walking in the ghost-town of my brain.
Kick the rusted scrap-iron of my memories and dreams.
Yeah, here's...
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Nothing's prettier than a pretty girl digging a heart shaped hole in the ground. Hear that sound? That's the fortress 'round your heart crumbling down. Feeling like...like you kinda...like the feeling...feel like falling...head over heels...into the hole...that she's digging...and you're thinking you should go...'cause you know...that she wants the wrong kind of love, wants the kind of love you can't give her. She wants the wrong kind of love, but you don't hold that against her, 'cause if that's the kind of love she wants, then that's just the kind of love you'll have to give her. Come beg, borrow, steal, or fight, 'cause you never felt nothing so real or right as this wrong...wrong kind of love. Like a tombstone in a snowstorm, she's so cool, pale and gloomy. Her affection for affliction's just sleight of hand---a stolen picture taken from some loving fool, who just like you, mutely surrendered...and this snapshot of the future is a map of your undoing...'cause you know that you should go but you don't go...though she wants the wrong kind of love, wants the kind of love you can't can give her. She wants the wrong kind of love, but you don't hold that against her, 'cause if that's the kind of love she wants, then that's just the kind of love you'll have to get her. Come beg, borrow, steal, or fight 'cause you never felt nothing so real or right as this wrong...wrong kind of love. Your love's a tale told by idiots, signifying nothing more than a wise hunger for destruction, for in the temple of your loving, scrawled upon the wall just there behind the portrait of yourself there lies a prayer written in your hand, it says, \"Girl, come and destroy me.\" And you know...why you don't go. 'Cause you want the wrong kind of love, want the kind of love no one can give you. You want the wrong kind of love, and she's just the girl to give it to you. And if you beg to object, well I will beg you to reconsider 'cause this little twist in the story is just the seed of your salvation... 'cause this wrong...wrong kind of love...wrong kind of love...
is your kind of love
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