( Vic Chesnutt Cover )
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My earliest memory is of holding up a sparkler
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High up to the darkest sky
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Some 4th of July spectacular
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I shook it with an urgency
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I'll never ever be able to repeat
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At times I might could be accused of being
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Painfully nostalgic
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But as of late I'm looking forward to the future
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Though I've never been much of a planner
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Throwing caution into the fan
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Catch as catch as those catchers can
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And so all you observers in your scrutiny
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Don't count my scars like tree rings
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My jigsaw disposition, its piecemeal properties
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Are either smoked or honey cured
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By the panic pure
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Yeah, yeah
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By the panic pure
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Panic Pure
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Kristin Hersh |