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Rain through the night make it bleed my soul.
Tappin in time fire the breaks still this train does roll.
Warm body in bed no worries cept every hour you wake.
**** em dead only the name do we take.

Little girl you sent me far and wide.
Tore my thoughts apart in you evil I did confide.
Wont you warm these bones again and take this pain away.
Lord how I love the fire and the games a young demon does play.

Howl for me honey across this dark room.
Chase away the burden and help me collect my doom.
Ive gotta problem and you never did care to see.
Lord how i love the dark and this demon that wont let me be.
Rain through the night make it bleed my soul.
Tappin in time fire the breaks still this train does roll.
Warm body in bed no worries cept every hour you wake.
**** em dead only the name do we take.

Little girl you sent me far and wide.
Tore my thoughts apart in you evil I did confide.
Wont you warm these bones again and take this pain away.
Lord how I love the fire and the games a young demon does play.

Howl for me honey across this dark room.
Chase away the burden and help me collect my doom.
Ive gotta problem and you never did care to see.
Lord how i love the dark and this demon that wont let me be.
Well it's a hell of a feeling and a sour deal.
Hangover wreaks havoc apon my gut.
Numb my thoughts to everything i feel.


She's got her reason's I got mine.
Hours between us.
Sunrise please dont find me sobber.
Or leave me busted near that florida state line.


Drinking with the devil satan give me such heck.
My life's a play.
My soul a well thought out trainwreck.

Well big hip gal wont ya warm this bed.
Cause ya know tommorows a gift.
So let's do something to remind tombstone
he isn't yet dead.

Work that back sugar dont think twice.
Little gals may be the norm.
But thoose sticks break so easy and thoose big gals
just feel so nice.

Southern are my ways New York's far from my mind.
Todays a scratch.
So thats why im leaving my wicked past behind.

Smoked and drank tonights pay.
Big gal i love ya.
But as for a drifters soul and me ya know i can never stay.

Found my troubles in mean angry eye's  knocked
thoughts apon the deck.
My life's a gamble.
As in the rhymes of a full tome ****** and a
well thought trainwreck.
4:15  Am
They say a wild women burnt my soul.
coughed up ashes.
raised by a whiskey bottle and a pair
of loaded dice to roll.

She showed me the blues at thirteen.
Took me by the hand.
Said boy this lifes a party and this  one
beats anything your young eyes have ever seen.

And so the taste was made  and a cure i
havent found yet.
The  best of the worst  my sweetest   regret.

Life as a party  is a vision of night.
We find more answers unasked.
Then in the moment of a fight.

Back alleys and the quick fix.
The redlight reason.
And the devils bag of tricks.

Snake eyes and your last dime.
A slow trains exit.
A suitcase of soul  with a empty wallet full of time.

Half a pint of  happiness a empty bottle of blues.
The road  is a quest.
The  path yours to choose.

Texas heat to a New York chill.
Neon cast memories  a  loner's  existance.
And a thirst I can never fulfill.

Chords  echo softley a vast reflection  in rhyme.
Ive gotta  empty bottle for a heart.
And a wallet full of time.

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