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Selling geography or vices
To a down home country place in memory
For reverie
But the volume at which it's said
And the books you may have read are discrete
As for belief
It can't be sold or retold
There ain't no doubt
Leaping for faith we're better without
If this land isn't my land
And your sign's side says something
I'll leave in good company
So shake that endless skyway
And raze those golden valleys
For freedom or apology
And set controls to "explode"
Well there ain't no doubt
Leaping for faith we're better without
And could you waste your days
With bated breath or a heart on a string
To wait
For pearly gates or a shallow grave
Your measuring this soul
By the circumference of a hole neck to waist
Yeah neck to waist
And momma can you hear me?
I've been screaming His name
Always in vain
As dust clouds roll
You'll stroll
Well there ain't no doubt
Leaping for faith we're better without
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I'm leaving on the last train
So long to the old days
So long to your past mistakes and all the aches I've had
I'll be living where the ground is cold
I'll be living where our lives aren't sold
So long, so long
I'll be living like a reckless soul
I'll be living like there ain't no hope
Come and see me when your past is gone
Cause I'll be awake for days
no hope when your guess is wrong
no hope when its been too long
I'll pass it all along
I'll pass it all along
and I'll pull it off of all the doors
I pulled it off and hoped for more
and I wont decide, I wont decide
all is better, all is better
So I'll march right in and burn this cellar
I'll be dead inside, you'll be close behind
and I can hear you say, "now cover your eyes and go"
for all you think you know
and all you think it shows
cause I can't, and I wont, cover your eyes a go
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Dead Flowers
04:10
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Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talkin' to some rich folk that you know
Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company
Well, you know I could never be alone
Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
Well when you're sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby Day
Ah, I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon
And another girl to take my pain away
Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the U.S. Mail
Say it with dead flowers in my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
No, I won't forget to put roses on your grave
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