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Sons of Bill
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Far Cry
Exhale the smoke from the day's last cigarette Blow it out into the cold with my head spinnin with regret And these hard lines are growin ever deeper on my face Forgetting why I bum around this town in the first place
Chorus: Well it's a far cry from freedom Between the rubber and the road And I missed my turn to salvation On I95 just north of Jericho And well my momma cries to sleep at night 'Cause she don't know where her young boy's gone And I look to the clouds, the sky is falling down And I'm worried about my soul
You know my daddy thinks I'm haunted but only I know 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 And I'm as empty as my pockets and in search of the ghost And all that I found was the echo of the emptiness inside And the memories that were mine are cryin 'devil, get behind'
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So put me on a Greyhound bus to Portland, Oregon And throw me in some chains out on some prison farm in Georgia And you can paint me on the Sistine Chapel with no clothes on Or just break me on the rock that Moses stood on, sood on, yeah
Repeat chorus
Yeah I'm worried about my soul
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