Come out of a fireball
Notes burning and the letters scrawled
I
Back on the corner
I'm singing the blues
I can see my
Well, he packed up his suitcase
'Cause the deal gone down
She
We were coming down the old turnpike
Horse hooves pounding, sledgehammer
Caught like a deer in my own headlights
Frozen on this
In the forest of no gravity
Where birds mock reality
We laid
Close some air
Choking in clean underwear
Bleeding tongue
8-Ball pounding in my
Old school
He's the old school
he don't say
when he's hurtin'
he'll
I've been too long with my nose in a book
I
I was thinking back to the first time we met
Over
No need to be explicit
Anyone can see
Injury was permanent
The wound
Sometimes I don?t like being where I am
No matter what
I?d
I was speeding through the dark
I didn?t know how far
It
I was sittin? in the dressing room with Brownie Mcgee
He
Twenty years and we?re still on the beat
Stretchin? out and
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