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Sweet little one, so young and willing Fill my rusty nail with another round Cause I am comfortably numb on my way to Southtown And I am making a killing on these college towns The refuge that I find these days Is bad habits and darker skin But I've grown too inflexible to come back in And far too old to change my ways Play another round of Don and Glenn Close it out with the man in black Snap the guitar case, I'm headed back To where I ain't been in in I don't know when The White City, she ain't what she used to be And the wind today is dark and cold My heart is young, but my eyes are old Grown old from things unsaid and unseen Hotel bar and hockey on TV Sweet little blue-eyed wonder One more draw, and you'll pull me under For tonight at least, we'll both feel free I'm comin' to a place where I don't know If I'll turn left or head right Because there's not a soul in sight And I can't figure out which way to go So I'll take a drag and take a breath And drive west through the night and snow It will be warmer in the West, I know Cause this town just feels like death Nineteen hours, drove straight through The desert is dark and cold as hell The darkness came along, as well I light a cigarette and think of you All alone in a crowd Too tired to sleep, too hungry to eat Silence when I'm speaking out loud
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Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 2:38 PM UTC
Road Warrior
Sweet little one, so young and willing Fill my rusty nail with another round Cause I am comfortably numb on my way to Southtown And I am making a killing on these college towns The refuge that I find these days Is bad habits and darker skin But I've grown too inflexible to come back in And far too old to change my ways Play another round of Don and Glenn Close it out with the man in black Snap the guitar case, I'm headed back To where I ain't been in in I don't know when The White City, she ain't what she used to be And the wind today is dark and cold My heart is young, but my eyes are old Grown old from things unsaid and unseen Hotel bar and hockey on TV Sweet little blue-eyed wonder One more draw, and you'll pull me under For tonight at least, we'll both feel free I'm comin' to a place where I don't know If I'll turn left or head right Because there's not a soul in sight And I can't figure out which way to go So I'll take a drag and take a breath And drive west through the night and snow It will be warmer in the West, I know Cause this town just feels like death Nineteen hours, drove straight through The desert is dark and cold as hell The darkness came along, as well I light a cigarette and think of you All alone in a crowd Too tired to sleep, too hungry to eat Silence when I'm speaking out loud
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Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 2:38 PM UTC
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