You know I don't have time to, time
To cut you
Gonna raise hell
Before the sandman comes
The sandman comes
The sandman comes
L
They're here
So I hold out a hand
But I don't see
Time always slips away
Curls up at age, and colors fade
Glossy
My father spent eighteen years
Just to teach me how to
One night me and my friend
Jack Helton from Nampa,
Bust out hips
Don't say a word
Take the plane
The ignorant jerk
Ain't
Bring the pain back
Make the blood rise
Read the message
Enclosing eyes
One
You want some candy, get in the truck
And take some
And you better leave me alone
And you better get away
Better
Weld in place
Tripped me; what, I knew it was a
What would make a man
Wanna feel like
Dropping his life blood
I used to know a place to go
It's about time
I’m thinking
I’ve got some (sun?)
I’m drinking
And I’m driving
CB (CP or
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