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I love this fucking country
And she loved me more than I could imagine
So I waited till she slept then I stepped into traffic

Paint away from the backyard to drip some more
Woke up in Texas next to a liquor store
With a woman who don't even drink out the whore
Big letters IRONY tagged on the wall
She was named for another flat land
We had it strong back then
In Konda we had a pond
That would never see the break of dawn
To damn afraid of the queen trying to take the pawn
Through that away
Yes, yes headed out west
And got undressed
With the nurture she gave me made me drip and get obsessed
There was a lady in Los Angeles
That handled this the way the manual suggest (the way the manual suggest)
She turned me on to music that I never heard before
She told me stories from a cup I haven't leaned to pour
And I don't know who heard it more
Professional journals or perpetual burn holes
Scarring up the dirty floor

East
Found a hollow hoe in the Colorado snow
It's like I follow anywhere el Diablo go
Took a stroll with a feline
And sat silent while the snow flakes fell into the D sign
Can't let her dance up on top on the top floor
Been there done that what do you think it's locked for?
I've lost more to my traveling soul
Then I dare to talk about so I'll be out I'll be on a roll
Down, down, down in Gainesville
No stranger to shame cold train and pain pills
Sometimes the ceiling is to easy to stare at
But it keeps me from a forest full of snare traps and bear traps
And it can't come clean without the sun beams
And it ain't complete without the drum beats
I can tell she don't want me
As is time to climb back into the pain and make the back stiff
I had to add one more story to the infinite
Already interwoven through a New York cigarette
Ex lover and a best friend best lover and an ex friend
Looking for alcoholic sentimental is a men a rhythm of
Religion on the PA
Make the people here say
God bless the DJ
She stays the wafer of replay
While I wonder if I'll be able to hear it from the freeway

Chicago inside of an empty bottle
There's a thin line between gossip and gospel
There's a house over there near Wicker Park
Where I found out Smart was afraid of the dark
Had to break her heart just to help me heal up
Tie a knot in the stomach just to help me seal up
Make sure the healing stays beneath the core
Pray you and yours and whomever you believe in more
Look around you there's angels amongst us
Look around you there's angels amongst us
Sitting in the rain on some sidewalk gaffing
Half of her wet cigarette in the ash tray
Trying to find a lost soul to save
And I'm a lost soul trying to find a road that's paved
Keep faith in my suitcase packed my beliefs
There's angels exist I've even seen some sleep
I love this fucking country
And she loved me more than I could imagine
So I waited till she slept then I stepped into traffic