Sepia tone Saturday
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I seen a man drown
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Sleepy town underneath
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Dog ran down
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Hookin’ off school
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There’s gold in them there hills
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Bush-weed porn stash
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Waist-high deep snow
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Skull and crossbones
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Railroad peepshow
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Playing baseball all fucked up on pills
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Sean Mussolino
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Red fire fills the sky
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Some say the next door neighbour once killed a guy
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All kinds of music and nothing else to do
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Bit by a snake and throwing rocks
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Accidents happen and no one talks
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And then there’s the girl I always wished I knew
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Punk-rock country girl
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(feather-like?) memory
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Heart set aflame
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Long lost Heather Nights, you put me to shame
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Punk-rock country girl
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(feather-like?) memory
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We were the same
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Long lost Heather Nights, hallowed be thy name
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Too many funerals
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Names on the guest-list
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Home-made weaponry
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The natives are restless
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Pie-eating contest
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Ya, those were the days
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Junk-store crucifix
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Parking lot, kiss of death
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Smells like campfire
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Gasoline, piss breath
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Swimming naked, she burned me with her gaze
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Hangman’s Lake: Hells Angels HQ
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Roger Stevens, I still hate you
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A far away coyote sings the blues
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The longest train I ever saw
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Abandoned building, rooster claw
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Kids on bikes
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And bad luck brings the news
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I found religion in her bedroom
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Parts of me that will be dead soon
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The number 33, let her go
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Chainsaw violence, pretty dresses
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Secret wishes, shitty messes
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And the girl that was impossible to know
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Heather Nights
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| Buck 65 |
