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a jukebox and a barstool And my new home has a flashing neon sign Stop by and see me anytime you want to Cause I'm always here at home till closin' time.
Hey hey baby why you act this way now you won't call my name got a feeling you gon Feel pain I wanna die in Japan think I might sink by my feet
for the road Being told I'm the GOAT wasn't my goal Only wanted to go and see a cool studio Wanted just to see how far I would go I was bettin' with
with me To erode the proletariate position If Marks saw why didn't we see it coming Blue collar replaced by AI Hey Ya Bang that in my Nissan just to get
THE RAIL ROAD THE RAIL ROAD *I APPEARED BY ACCIDENT MAN I KEEP TRIPPING OVER TALES OF WHO I AM AND I NEVER TOLD YOU THAT I CAN'T SAY THAT I MISS YOU HUSH
down I put it down Why destroy what you love Look around Surrounded by chalk marks on the ground Where the lost got found Why it all come
of a home There's a town they call Tombstone where the brave never cry They live by a sixgun by a sixgun they die It's been a long time now since
Mark: I'm feeling so alone now tonight Even though you're here by my side Is there something on your mind From the world you'd left behind I
that, let that, let that, let that, let that go This ain't a game like tic-tac-toe Seen better man get snaked 'pon road All by somebody they call bro
Whisper! She talks in a whisper... Stumbling down that empty road again There's a question mark left hanging in the air Thinking about nothing in
my face I run so fast but so far Same road, same track like a go kart I run so fast but what for? I run so fast, let the shots roar Hang around i
still Then all of a sudden, in the wink of an eye A Cadillac sedan passed us by I said boys that's the mark for me But by then the taillights was
Ain't no businesses made it all my business It's a hit bitch mark it on my hit-list Tell his mother he would never made it In the morgue house wrist by
Travelling down this lonely road Where it goes no one knows The red dirt marks our way To our second home far away Crossing train tracks legs are up
change for a twifta, And thought he did a good deed By buying up weed and sharing it all wid da drifters CMB made its mark on da country Kinkos Deadly
forked roads, consequences I see potential, and in my deterministic state become petrified Each decision marks a road and blocks another One I may well
Plant a rock in my house, waiting for water to sprout From the highlighted words of a leather bound My heart was gashed by sin, I left the door wide
hypnotized By the lines, faded signs and signal chimes Mark the passing time, Take a ride with me The paradigm, you see It's getting monotonous, feeling
only collaborating if you peep the vision Broken homes, broken roads, black hearts and red roses Lonely souls don't console rather hold onto poison
on a stake Bleeding on a paper that's my therapeutic date Open gates but i can't find a way The road is dark and I'm a toad to these cranes By no means
every sunset, red light, every back road is goodbye, every side street I go down Is just another way to make up a reason to drive by to see if that front
vaccine Fuck it I'm back on road The pandemic just another way to make money Fuck they think the whole world slow Fear got us selling our souls It's these
Oh how it haunts my mind /A studded winter smile/ Feel the hum of the road /As howling swirls on by / The Cry of closing doors / Black drops
and my hands begin to burn/ a ring appears around my palms, that's marks from shovelling the dirt/ and it's only getting worse/ yesterday was not so easy,
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