Jimmy died from way too much too soon
we broke up last night.
we broke up last night.
The armpits of the bridges keep the poverty asleep
As the mountains puke the day into the sky
The sun and river creep, both rejected, toward the sea
And the sullen clouds between begin to cry
Another night of drowning in the gutters in this town
Another morning finds me down the hill
I spend ( Read more... )
we broke up last night.
The armpits of the bridges keep the poverty asleep
As the mountains puke the day into the sky
The sun and river creep, both rejected, toward the sea
And the sullen clouds between begin to cry
Another night of drowning in the gutters in this town
Another morning finds me down the hill
I spend ( Read more... )
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