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down at railroad station a blind man sings his song
Wound up in a squad car busted down for vacancy, outside my cell it s sure as hell looks just like rain Third, it s the 33rd of august
And i m finally touching down, i think he sees things i don t understand
And i m finally touching down, eight days from sunday
Finds me saturday bound, killed my violent nature with a smile Of, wound up in a squad car busted down for vacancy
i stumbled through the darkness tumble to my knees
It s the 33rd of august, eight days from sunday, finds me saturday bound
Let the demons danced and sang their songs within my fevered brain, today there s no salvation band s packed up and gone
Killed my violent nature with a smile, eight days from sunday
Down at railroad station a blind man sings his song, killed my violent nature with a smile
eight days from sunday
I stumbled through the darkness tumble to my knees, today there s no salvation band s packed up and gone
down at railroad station a blind man sings his song
Eight days from sunday, outside my cell it s sure as hell looks just like rain Jennings, outside my cell it s sure as hell looks just like rain
Wound up in a squad car busted down for vacancy, eight days from sunday
I ve put my dangerous feelings under lock and chain, i m left standing with my penny in my hand
down at railroad station a blind man sings his song
finds me saturday bound
It s the 33rd of august, and i m finally touching down
Eight days from sunday, and i m finally touching down
Let the demons danced and sang their songs within my fevered brain, finds me saturday bound, i stumbled through the darkness tumble to my knees
I m left standing with my penny in my hand, killed my violent nature with a smile
I ve put my dangerous feelings under lock and chain, i m left standing with my penny in my hand Of, not all my god like thoughts were defiled
Eight days from sunday, finds me saturday bound, a thousand voices screaming in my brain
I stumbled through the darkness tumble to my knees, not all my god like thoughts were defiled Thirty, it s the 33rd of august
i think he sees things i don t understand
a thousand voices screaming in my brain