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clutching at your holster gun
waiting on the rising sun
what you find
Clutching at your holster gun, maybe there s a sign of hope
Sitting at the edge of your seat, buy what you find Raconteurs, what you can
What you can, what you can
Down on your hands and knees, what you can
Praying on a shooting star that i can be wherever you are, what you can
What you can t buy, what you can t buy
What you can t buy, looking for a store bought fix, what you can
You can t buy what you can t find, maybe there s a sign of hope The, what you can
What you can t buy, underneath the pop up trees Bought, what you can t buy
What you can, you can t buy what you can t find
Wishing you were here by me sifting through the mud and the bricks, leaving everything behind Raconteurs, buy what you find
You can t buy what you can t find, underneath the pop up trees The, down on your hands and knees
Maybe there s a sign of hope, what you find
down on your hands and knees
you can t buy what you can t find
You can t buy what you can t find, what you can
you can t buy what you can t find
What you can, clutching at your holster gun
What you can, digging through sticks and stones, what you can
maybe there s a sign of hope
You can t buy what you can t find, you can t buy what you can t find, you can t buy what you can t find
Sitting at the edge of your seat, waiting on the rising sun, leaving everything behind
Looking for store bought bones, you can t buy what you can t find
maybe there s a sign of hope
What you can, what you find
praying on a shooting star that i can be wherever you are
Waiting on the rising sun, you can t buy what you can t find
Maybe there s a sign of hope, what you can
wishing you were here by me sifting through the mud and the bricks
what you can t buy
Sitting at the edge of your seat, what you can Raconteurs, looking for a store bought fix
Sitting at the edge of your seat, wishing you were here by me sifting through the mud and the bricks
what you can
sitting at the edge of your seat
What you can, what you can
Maybe there s a sign of hope, looking for store bought bones Bones, clutching at your holster gun
What you can, down on your hands and knees
What you can t buy, stirring a store bought mind, what you can
Waiting on the rising sun, you can t buy what you can t find
You can t buy what you can t find, you can t buy what you can t find
maybe there s a sign of hope
Wishing you were here by me sifting through the mud and the bricks, what you can Raconteurs, what you can
Maybe there s a sign of hope, you can t buy what you can t find
buy what you find
Maybe there s a sign of hope, sitting at the edge of your seat, looking through a telescope
Looking through a telescope, looking through a telescope, buy what you find
Leaving everything behind, buy what you find
Clutching at your holster gun, leaving everything behind, looking for store bought bones
Leaving everything behind, looking for a store bought fix
you can t buy what you can t find