My mom'd give me twenty and say stay out till dawn
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When her boyfriend was over and they wanted me gone
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I would walk through the woods to the old graveyard
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And roll my own tops and think two kind of a thoughts
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Are we high enough to clear these trees?
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I don't know
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That was the summer dave's girlfriend OD'ed
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She died in the bathroom at a party down the street
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I went to see him the next night, he had a new tattoo
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He was watching home movies of her
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His face was wet, he looked so confused
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They had a funeral for her
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The preacher said she was with the Lord
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There were lots of pictures of her
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Taped to a poster board
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Are we high enough to clear these trees?
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I don't know
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Are we high enough to clear this place?
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I don't know
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Grocery stores in the middle of the night shine their own kinda light
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High school halls and shopping malls never fit me right
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But my heart would swing free like a lasso from my hand
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When I'd hear that sound and put the pedal down
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I wound up that fall in a hospital
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On the suicide wing with a lot of people thinkin' one thing
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They had a sign on the wall that said no touching at all
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There were screams in the dark, nurses running down the hall
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On the night that I got there they showered me and searched me hard
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Then they took me to my little room overlooking a graveyard
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When I opened my eyes I was strapped to the bed
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There was a needle in my arm, part of me was gone
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Then they took us outside in our slippers and gowns
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To play basketball on the blacktop, the ball just bounced till it stopped
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Are we high enough to clear these trees?
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I don't know
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Are we high enough to clear this place?
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I don't know
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Grocery stores in the middle of the night shine their own kinda light
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High school halls and shopping malls never did me right
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But my heart would swing free like a lasso from my hand
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When I'd hear that sound and put the pedal down
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When the leaves were wet behind the old duplex
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We used to run at night naked through the trees
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And you would lean back against me and I would try to stay soft
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We'd listen to the engines as the planes took off
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Pittsburgh
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| Mason Jennings |
