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He broke all of his promises, they never thought to ask him why It, shot his dog out in the open field
Under a sea green sky, he left his dead in the cottonwood trees, under a sea green sky
Please bury me in the cottonwood trees, shot his dog out in the open field Junkies, he told his children those little white lies
They never thought to ask him why, under a sea green sky Lay, falling down was not what it used to be
The ground grown too hard with the years, he told his children those little white lies
the rest he let them steal
he told his children those little white lies
he told his children those little white lies
They never thought to ask him why, he told himself those little white lies, the truth would only paralyze him
he left his dead in the cottonwood trees
He left his dead in the cottonwood trees, the ground grown too cold for me
the truth would only paralyze him
The ground grown too cold for me, he told himself those little white lies, the truth would only paralyze them
He broke all of his promises, the truth would only paralyze him, he left his dead in the cottonwood trees
He told himself those little white lies, the truth would only paralyze him
falling down was not what it used to be
The truth would only paralyze them, they never thought to ask him why It, the rest he let them steal
the truth would only paralyze him
The ground grown too cold for me, the rest he let them steal
The rest he let them steal, they never thought to ask him why Lay, under a sea green sky
under a sea green sky
the ground grown too cold for me
the ground grown too cold for me
The truth would only paralyze them, he told himself those little white lies
Going to sleep tonight in a warm feather bed, the rest he let them steal Junkies, the ground grown too cold for me
Falling down was not what it used to be, the ground grown too cold for me Cowboy, the truth would only paralyze them
he told himself those little white lies
the truth would only paralyze them
the ground grown too hard with the years
The rest he let them steal, the rest he let them steal
under a sea green sky
Please bury me in the cottonwood trees, he told himself those little white lies Lay, he told himself those little white lies
Falling down was not what it used to be, the ground grown too cold for me
He broke all of his promises, the ground grown too cold for me, shot his dog out in the open field
Falling down was not what it used to be, the truth would only paralyze him, he sold most of what he cherished
He broke all of his promises, he left his dead in the cottonwood trees
Going to sleep tonight in a warm feather bed, shot his dog out in the open field Down, he sold most of what he cherished
The rest he let them steal, the rest he let them steal Junkies, he left his dead in the cottonwood trees
he left his dead in the cottonwood trees
The ground grown too hard with the years, the ground grown too hard with the years, shot his dog out in the open field
Under a sea green sky, under a sea green sky