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You will find no new ways to forgive yourself,
So let's work to forget your name.
It’s over, it’s over, it’s over.
And I’ll hear you reap what you’ve sown, pay no matter what you’ve known
Or who you once thought you could save
As were you a thief you will be robbed of such believe
Did you fail to recognize that impulse in your body?
And still you’ll have the nerve to ask relief, my friend
The nerve to ask of relief.
So go on, write your monument to loss, you built a pillar of your heart
You climbed a cross, asked us to tremble when you came
But as you hang up there, are you dead, or just dying?
You’ll have to let us know whichever you decide.
The nerve, the nerve
So I’m asking, will there be a final service?
What should I wear, how will we celebrate the man?
He was vain, he was tired. He often made me laugh.
His contradictions were too subtle to sustain.
The nerve, the nerve
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I didn't mean to ever contradict you; how could I've known that was ever in question?
But then there's your bruised confidence lying on the floor, and I'm too empty to love you anymore.
But this time there'd be no tired tries at trepidation, and neither of us interested in war.
It's a bad joke, so tell it, then go home and lock your door. I'm too empty to love you anymore.
"So was that the last time?" he winced. I winked, said "No man that's so far from the case."
Goddamn sometimes I even surprise myself with what it is I'll find the nerve to say.
So don't try to fill me up my darling. Put your affections on a shelf. Tell me no more of the things you once adored, I'm too empty to love you anymore.
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So I’ll sell you no more coal mining blues
This distance feels good, but I’ve never known a pick axe
But I’ve fallen on my ego and I’ve been stuck in Monroe tho
So I guess you could say I’ve been put down in a shaft before
Or maybe I just walked down into that hole, but I know it was the summer I hit 19
And since then this act has been a heavy ghost to deal with
Well it ain’t like she’s a ghost, nah it’s more like she’s a myth
And sometimes it’s just easier to have lost her than me
And now I ain’t been back there to see her for a single summer since
And I gotta wonder when I’m gonna simmer for such sins
And I know it don’t make very good company to sit here tryin ta get so clever,
But I ain’t gonna sing songs about thistle and cocaine no more
So no, my canary she didn’t die, she’s still down here in the shaft with me
It’s just that sometimes she don’t sing so well
Yeah, sometimes I don’t sing so well.
So I’m sorry, and I promise to call you when I’m sober.
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Too Many Friends
03:12
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When I cross that bridge, I ain’t looking back
When I cross that bridge, I ain’t looking back
So when you’re standing on it dear, burn it to the ground if you please
But don’t it make you feel bad?
They’re saying I done you wrong
Yeah, they’re saying I done you wrong
Well if it’s true dear, forget my name, if you can’t forget what I done
But don’t it make you feel bad?
I got so many places I need to go
Yeah, I got so many places I need to go
But I’ve made too many friends not to feel all alone
So don’t it make you feel bad
But don’t it make you feel bad
Nah, don’t it make you feel bad?
When you’ve made too many friends not to feel all alone
Don’t it make you feel bad?
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Monroe
03:52
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I been waiting in Monroe for too damn long
You know I ain’t got no home here, just a place to stay
I been waiting in Monroe for too damn long
You know it’s hard to feel at home when you can’t get clean
And all these kids is so sad they have to spit when they speak
I been waiting in Monroe for too damn long
They say the wind here’s so hard it’ll cut to the bone
And no I don’t have to stay here, but it’s all I know
I’ve been waiting in Monroe for too damn long
You know I’m just waiting on my sister to come set me straight
I really don’t mind Monroe, but I can’t stand the wait
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Yeah, I Got Your Letter
02:44
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I woke up down, I woke up down this way
I got your letter. I got your letter did you have no more to say?
I got nine lives. I got nine lives the doc said I used my eighth today
I woke up down, I won’t go down this way
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Simply, Stupid
02:04
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Say it simply stupid ‘cause yer
Drowning in recourse of all those
Million dollar fiddles you threw away
And rid those million dollar sobs
They’re drowning in your throat because
You’re worried she might let you walk away
So spend today in manic for me please
They’ll like you better for it and maybe it’s what you need
So when you orchestrate yer sadness
The blues never suited you anyway
I met you in the late fall dear
Your jarring laugh rung ear to ear like
Every rose who think’s she’ll make the thaw
And I took you then for granted ‘cause the worst
Of egos and that was
After the fall the worst bruise I ever saw
So spend today in manic for me please
They’ll like you better for it and maybe it’s what you need
So when you orchestrate yer sadness
The blues never suited you anyway
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Some Men
03:20
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I've heard that no men wait 'til they're dead before they'll do their time
But will I now be one of those? How could it be so kind?
Cause I can still suck smoke or tell jokes feeling fine
Knowing what’s become of me, the path I've left behind
So don’t go thinking you were just some separate ghost
I spent those wishing it were you I loved the most
But I’ve only learned to love two things; the first is to make someone cling
The second is an outbound highway sign
And I’m sorry I never made it to your birthday, No I don’t mean the party
You know I was there because I drank too much and stared straight ahead for hours
But thank God you don’t ask me those questions anymore, if all I have to offer you is this:
It was always my fault, it was always your fault and that’s just if we’re being honest
So don’t go thinking you were just some separate ghost
I’ve spent years wishing it were you I loved the most
But I’ve only learned to love two things; the first is to make someone cling
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I don’t believe in Jesus anymore.
So go ahead and take this soul from me,
If there’s somewhere I should redeem it,
Please tell me who to see
But I don’t believe in Jesus anymore
Kneeling at the crossroads is a funny place to be,
The wind kicks sand into your eyes but it don’t feel like misery
‘cause you wash up, then you stand up and I bet you feel so clean
But I don’t believe in Jesus anymore
I don’t believe in Jesus anymore
So go ahead and climb that cross for me
I’ll remember you fondly, but my savior you won’t be
Cause I don’t believe in Jesus anymore
Sing a song up there for me please?
Not one of your slow ones, isn’t that what you told me?
Because we are too young to be jaded by verse and revelry
But I don’t believe in Jesus anymore
I don’t believe in Jesus anymore
So won’t you please stop hiding?
Behind all your sad burdens, pretending you are king
Cause I don’t believe in Jesus anymore
I’ll bet it’s hard to be the only one who cares
And that it saves you from your sins to think the rest of the world just stares
So tell me more of the war you’re waging for the hurt and for the scared
But I don’t believe in Jesus anymore
I don’t believe in love anymore
‘cause love is too hard to redeem
So if you fall into it, please never tell me
Because I don’t believe in love anymore.
Steel yourself with words, those clever caskets
Promise it’s not love, only habit
Nurse your bruised ego, but don’t come off too desperate
‘cause I don’t believe in love anymore.
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Darling True Love
03:06
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If I were some birdie in this innocence of mine
I’d sing out to my true love, dress she wears so fine
Dress she wears so fine, boys, dress she wears so fine.
The darling true love, hair’s light as her soul
When I see her writing, nearly breaks my soul
Nearly breaks my soul, boys, nearly breaks my soul
If I had a dollar, I’d dress my gal so fine
As if I had a dime, boys, it’s wearing on my mind.
Wearing on my mind boys, wearing on my mind.
The darling true love, hair’s light as her soul
When I see her writing, nearly breaks my soul
Nearly breaks my soul, boys, nearly breaks my soul
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Touch, in the Mourning
03:32
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So yes I've known it now for so long yes it's so long yes to me
If I lost God I lost a girl and now I'm coming to a clearing
Where it's hard to feel pathetic, when the ghosts don't seem leave
And they touch you in the Mourning with their charm
But if slow songs soft on some loss could ever set me to redeem
We would have heard it in the tears sung on a bed in New Orleans
When you consented to be forgiven and I consideredI keeping clean
And you touched me in the morning with your charm
So I said I’d drive, that I could take it, I could take it with my canary
Burn the bridges, burn your letter, let the ego heal from me
in a place where I'll remember but will never have to see
And it would touch me in the morning with its charm
Ok but alright ask me to write you, I'll say what I don't mean
Because it's no good when the snow's good and the thaw won't seem to breathe
For another would be lover tugging tired at my sleeve asking
To touch me in the morning with her charm
But now I call you just to call you mumbled names I never knew you by
Instead of slurring sweetly all those empty sighs I drank inside myself
To keep off endless fears of someone else to let you cry
And touch you in the morning with his charm
So if you go to roam, find yourself alone, please find you know yourself alone
no matter awful whispers never ask me if I'm coming home
to knock again
that boy is dead
please never open up my friend
let it touch you in the morning with its charm
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