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Sage Francis

Copper Gone

2014

thing, prepare kid
Why you think I let you get away with doing radio-friendly versions of what I do?
I wouldn't chide you, out perform, out write,

like I'm crushed by tons of lead
I'll say a prayer cut my last bread
Because today my story changed it's course a new path it has led
Me to a place I

like the rusty undercarriage of his mothers ’87 Lincoln town car
And I watched as the lights of the cars drove by
Fading into darkness I could feel it

boil in my brain as i find my way back home
went out walking late last night
stood by the Hudson, could taste my life
till i find my way back home

'm cutthroat like that, nigga, I got it out the mud
That's on gang
(Keise On Da Track)
MO-motherfuckin'-3

Down by the river (that river)
That's where I

mind

Deja vu i miss it too
I was happy having nothing to do
Now can't sit still, even though I will
Overthrown by anything new

Remorse for never

the seat 
c pay up all them fees 
Shit Its just a tax to me 
cttack and seize 
We hack and slash the last creed
It's a flood of MTs
I'm a vip 
If you fuck

doop, shoop, shoop, shoo-ba-doop, shoop shoo bè
I wanna hear about your day, yeah
Tell me the long version as I lay, oh
Cuddle close by the fire with you

That activation
Of untapped energy
It's like I'm a brand new person
Or better yet, the same me but a better version
I'm upgraded
All that stayin' up

sings of hope

Our time together flew by fast
Christmas memories always last
I just want to be home for Christmas
Just me and the ghost of Christmas past

V1:
Billy is your best automan in town
Got a shop across the tracks
People come from miles around.
Smell of grease when you walk in.
Radio blaring,

I don't remember anything that happened last night, just hoped that I had a good time

By that taste of whiskey in my breath I knew that bad

version of you

I used to want the racks by the duffle and the checks by the millions
Wanted to protect my investment, invest in my children
Now

you became a disc jockey
I'm cycling by where all these pigeons live
And I tried to do the same thing I got a microphone
Living easy-peasy, breezy

That I left you behind in those last weeks
Missed days I didn't know were numbered
I only hope that we will meet again
cnd that you can forgive me then

sips of paradise 
Dial up the No Shoes Radio to a Jimmy and a Kenny and The Merrymen show, ut oh!

CHORUS
So I’m settin’ sale on a livin’ room cruise.

I just want to know the
True versions of things, events, stories, news
You are in for a surprise
You think I'm up for it
You're in for the bet
Do you

falling, and it kills me
So I let the radio play
Can't sit in the silence we made
Every time I let my mind
Forget everything we've done
You come by with your

sing what I want?
Is Jesus the saviour of psychos and whores?
Why qualify what they want?

I start a riot and I'm holding my breath
There's nothing

Last Night Radio 11:41 PM

Shooter Jennings

Black Ribbons

the Wisp
And this is The Last Light Radio
Your last beacon of truth and defiance

I've always started my shows by saying that: All ships lost in

God is above us
The most beautiful gift
You can give to the world
It's love
Turn on the radio
Look at the sky
Take a deep breath
And Listen what
Listen

the harm we did
You were wrong & so was I
But God forgives you so I'm pleading for mercy
Oh daddy tell me on your last breath
Did you ask for forgiveness
I

Queen Jane she died late last night
With her last breath her last bit of fight
We were not thinking no 'cause we had been drinking
When Queen Jane

Silhouetted by the sun I could hear them shout
Are you ok, we know it's cold out here in space
But dying now would be such a waste
We got you friend, just grit