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play my lucky numbers / for most of what they're worth
if there's one thing that I'm not going to do tonight, it's die for you
I got lost out there in new mexico. nothing to lose, nowhere to go. I got lost, when my lucky stars crossed
there's a pop in the speakers where I hear your voice come through, so brave and true: When did I lose sight of you?
from my mother's best intentions to my stepdad's seething eyes.
you and your brother, you both escaped the curse. you can't comprehend what it's like
and then the blood that's been spilling from his eyes soaks through the bandages that are wrapped around his face
and I'm an eighteen-wheeler headed down the interstate, and my breaks are going to give, and I won't know 'til it's too late. Tires screaming when I lose control. Try not to hurt too many people when I roll.
no brothers left, and there'll be no more after me
break the lock on my own garden gate when I get home after dark. Sit looking up at the stars outside, like teeth in the mouth of a shark
but I know you're thinking of me, because it's just about to rain
hold them close, hold them near. Tell them no ones ever going to hurt them here
And I won't get better, but someday I'll be free, I am not this body that imprisons me.
my house will be for all people who have nowhere to go. My supply of shining crystals a shield against the snow.
look for the bigger picture when I close my eyes at night
rub the smooth spots on some rough rocks, I feel cold and sick
and I am coming home to you, with my own blood in my mouth. I am coming home to you, if It's the last thing that I do