everything is covered in dust
pull out highway 61 revisited
put it on and sink into my thoughts over everyone
how does it feel?
ribs popped out of place and the same argument you've had a thousand times
you hold me so soft but i don't know who'll you'll be next time we meet
no direction home
dress up and parade around crumble into tears
and everything is business as usual by the time anyone comes in
warm inside my sheets and my hairs getting longing
the bed squeaks with the mice in the keyboard
netflix and chopping wood
the boredom of winter
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i'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
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