In the mornin', I'm not done sleepin'
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In the evening, I guess I'm alive
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It's alright, can still peel myself off sleepwalking
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In a ghost town
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Think I'll never leave my couch again
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'Cause when I'm out, I'm only on my mind
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And then again I guess it ain't always that way
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In the mornin' I'm not done sleepin'
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In the evening I guess I'm alive
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It's alright, could still peel myself off sleepwalking
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In a ghost town
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Think I'll never leave my couch again
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'Cause when I'm out, I'm only on my mind
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Christ was born, I was there
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You know me, I'm a ram
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I got friends, well, wait where was I?
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Well, I am tryin'
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When I'm drivin'
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I find on dreamin', dreamin' two's and drifting
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It's just these towns, I wanna pull over, open up and stay
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And rain drops might fall on my hair sometimes
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But I don't pay 'em any mind
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Christ was here, you just missed Him
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Now I'm out, goin' down second
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To all the stores to see my friend
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If I can't survive oceans
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When I'm drinkin' I get to joke and
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And I'm laughing, falling down
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But that's just fine and I just pick myself up
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And walk down ghost town
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Rain drops might fall on my hair sometimes
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But I don't pay 'em any mind
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Then again I guess it ain't always that way
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Ghost Town
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| Kurt Vile |
