She lifts her skirt up to her knees
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Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing
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I never learned to count my blessings
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I choose instead to dwell in my disasters
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I walk on down the hill
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Through grass grown tall and brown
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And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain
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On past the busted back
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Of that old and rusted Cadillac
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That sinks into this field collecting rain
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Will I always feel this way
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So empty, so estranged
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Of these cutthroat busted sunsets
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These cold and damp white mornings I have so grown weary
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If through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips
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I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me
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Lay your blouse across the chair
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Let fall the flowers from your hair
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And kiss me with that country mouth so plain
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Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves
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To me it sounds like they're applauding us
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The quiet love we make
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Will I always feel this way
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So empty, so estranged
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Well I looked my demons in the eyes
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Laid bare my chest said do your best destroy me
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You see I've been to hell and back so many times
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I must admit you kinda bore me
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There's a lot of things that can kill a man
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There's a lot of ways to die
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Yes and some already dead that walk beside me
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There's a lot of things I don't understand
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Why so many people lie
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Well it's the hurt I hide that fuels the fires inside me
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Empty
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| Ray Lamontagne |
