here`s another song with the four
oldest chords in history
i guess i lost all ambition turning left on Missouri
i could have made it better
but the feelings just aren`t there
my heart is cold and black
but i just don`t think i care
so here`s to me saying `fare-thee-well`
and when you hear this song i hope it hurts
enamel is stretched too thin
you`re beautiful, but not beneath your skin
(enamel, like insect shells
so hollow, like your wedding bells.)
the phone lines down in mexico are
slow and maybe tired
i think all your devotion, got lost inside
the wires
well i hope you cannot sleep, and i
hope you cannot smile
and i hope that you are burdened with
your guilt for quite a while
i hope you fall in love
but i hope your plans are thwarted
and i hope that now you`re back
it`s because you were deported
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BRAVE SAINT SATURN lyrics