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days passed by
missing you in appalachia
you name your babe lilac heaven
theres things I wanna talk about but better not to give
pink slippers all on the floor
tough like the stuff in your grandpa's glass
On this road there are no godspoke men.
They are gone and I am left
and they have taken with them the world.
you know you're better than this.
and I wanna be your wife,
so I hold you to my knife.
like a .38 made out of brass
im not a violent dog i don't know why i bite
im invisible, look how you hold me
God gave us memory
so that we might have roses in December.
'Bang!', says the gun.
tarnished
stars in my eyes, hiking up griffith
it wasn't time that did it
you name your babe lilac heaven
Call it. No. I ain't gonna call it
intertwined sewn together
Look around you. Ever is a long time
come on and haunt me, I know you want me
you look like a memory
cause I love to love to love to love you
look at us, you and I, back at it again
you know I got nothin' under this overcoat
can you hear the horses?
I see that town
dreaming away your life
I called up one, drunk, called up another