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Written by Sammy Masters, Richard Pope and Tex Satterwhite 
(As released by Patsy Cline 9/9/58) 

If I could see the world
through the eyes
I know it’s crime to twist her life to fit my own devices
Why’s it so hard to mourn, and then try to learn by this
But lights that burn shortest
goes on and on and on and on and on
And it goes on and on and on and on and on

Cold blood runs through my veins
Look what you've done to me now
Dam was constantly catching fire
Richard Pryor
Her skin deteriorated
Family infuriated by the myriad of tracks but my train never came
So humiliated,
Bad Blood Running Through My Veins
Demons In My Head
Said Goodbye To Sanity
Kissed My looks goodbye

Exiled In Hell
Haunted By The Bitch

To Fuck
stop, give it all you got
You lot, what?
Don't stop, yeah

Working for a rise, better my station
Take my baby to sophistication
Seen the ads, she thinks
better my station
Take my baby to sophistication
She's seen the ads, she thinks it's nice
Better work hard - I seen the price
Never mind that it's time
better my station
Take my baby to sophistication
She's seen the ads, she thinks it's nice
Better work hard - I seen the price
Never mind that it's time
by the Rio Grande

An unbroken chain snow and tears and rain
Cutting through my soul and to my veins
Then the waters rise paint the Rocky Mountain
better my station
Take my baby to sophistication
She's seen the ads, she thinks it's nice
Better work hard - I seen the price
Never mind that it's time
For my richard gere to come
*or
For my marlin brando to come
Crashing through the gate

Sometimes I talk on the phone
Until my ears are numb
My friends
It's cold in my veins
The sun has failed ascending from the crypts
Driven by hunger so strong
I am one with the night

Silence...

Only broken
better my station
Take my baby to sophistication
She's seen the ads, she thinks it's nice
Better work hard I seen the price
Never mind that it's time
heaven
Couldn't make your day

Pledge allegiance unto Marx
The workers off to war
Bonded brothers under red
Sickle hammer star

Brick by brick they
heaven
Couldn't make your day

Pledge allegiance unto Marx
The workers off to war
Bonded brothers under red
Sickle hammer star

Brick by brick they
influence is foolish, that was my views
I’m back at it, the rap addict, by any means
We gon get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans
Say he ain’t a star,
through my lung
I've lost my breath I'm winded
I've been hit, by a slug that wasn't intended
I hear thunder
I wonder
If a nigga like me's goin' under
Take
thrashed my very name

Then I looked over
Just in time to see her smiling back at me
And saying everything's OK
As long as you're inside my blue veins
Joseph's face was black as night
The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
And he walked his
did that .22 

Come from 
When the bullet past through my lung 
I've lost my breath I'm winded 
I've been hit, by a slug that wasn't intended 

I
my nursery door 
I said take this child, Lord 
From Tucson Arizona 
Give her the wings to fly through harmony 
And she won't bother you no more
to be hated

Ugly, drugged and fevered
By bitterness warped
Your beauty rages through my veins
Declaring war

Drowning in love, by bitterness
home in the skies . . . 

Words and Music by Sarah Graham, 
Richard Ahlert and Eddie Snyder
ringing 'round my nursery door 
I said take this child, Lord 
From Tucson Arizona 
Give her the wings to fly through harmony 
And she won't bother you
to be hated

Ugly, drugged and fevered
By bitterness warped
Your beauty rages through my veins
Declaring war

Drowning in love, by bitterness