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Muddy coals and it's just turned July
The air smells of firebombs and whiskey lullabies and I've been
Driving f'n miles just to get here
So I wouldn't feel alone, but I'd rather be alone
No one will miss me
No one will notice
No one will say anything I haven't learned
Well screw the car, screw the money, screw the job
For what it's worth
I'm never coming back
Twenty five shots and seven pills popped
My lips keep twitching and I feel as if they're numb
Oh well I'm trying to find my lady
Somewhere in Nevada
So I wouldn't feel alone but I'd rather be alone
She tried to kiss me yeah
She tried to go there
She tried to do things I said I'd never done
I let her in, I let her out, I wanted love
And for what it's worth
I think I'm coming back
My lungs feel as if they're filled with cement
Shadowbox cinder blocks and break my hands
Well I don't have the faintest clue
But I need to be alone with someone I never knew
The stench of wet leaves and August rolling in
Well I need to find a place I can settle down
