Dreaming again of a train track ending at the edge of the sea
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(Big black cloud was low and rolling our way)
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Dog at the barbed wire barking at my buzz cut friends and me
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(Sound of a switchblade shining in the summer rain)
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No one on the corner had a quarter for the telephone
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Everybody bitching, ¡°There¡¯s nothing on the radio¡±
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Dreaming again of a city full of fathers in their army clothes
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(Chattering boys and a chicken at the chopping block)
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All of us lost at the crosswalk waiting for the other to go
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(Didn¡¯t find a friend but, boy, I really bought a lot)
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Someone bet a dollar that my daddy wasn¡¯t coming home
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Everybody bitching, ¡°There¡¯s nothing on the radio¡±
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Dreaming again that its freezing and my mother¡¯s in her flowerbed
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(Long dead rows of daffodils and marigolds)
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Changing her face like a shadow on the gravel, this is what she said,
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(Blood on my chin, still chewing on a red rose)
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¡°No one lives forever and the devil never sleeps alone¡±
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Everybody bitching, ¡°There¡¯s nothing on the radio¡±
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The Devil Never Sleeps
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| Iron & Wine |
