rhe, you need to come visit me. i miss you. i haven't gotten to see you yet. call me if you are in circle city. hey guess what. i'm moving to pensacola :) ..........graduation day will never come.
Well I found him in Pensacola In a trailer in the sand The man from the picture Creased and yellowed in my hand Creased and yellowed in my hand He was squinting and stubbled And standing in the door He said if you've come to take the car away I don't have it anymore I don't have it anymore He got the gospel on the radio And the gospel on tv He got all of the transcripts Back to 1963 Back to 1963 He said I sold my blood for money There wasn't any pain But I just can't stand the feeling It's in someone else's veins It's in someone else's veins Momma took me aside And she tried to change my mind She said, don't waste your time in looking There's nothing, nothing left to find Nothing, nothing left to find So I left him down in Pensacola In a trailer in the sand The man from the picture Creased and yellowed in my hand Creased and yellowed in my hand
Hey sorry I haven't called you since the party. My grandmother (daddy's mom) died last week so I have been in Oklahoma and now I'm fighting the depression of it. Umm...Call me. Love you, buhbye
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i miss you. i haven't gotten to see you yet.
call me if you are in circle city.
hey guess what.
i'm moving to pensacola :)
..........graduation day will never come.
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In a trailer in the sand
The man from the picture
Creased and yellowed in my hand
Creased and yellowed in my hand
He was squinting and stubbled
And standing in the door
He said if you've come to take the car away
I don't have it anymore
I don't have it anymore
He got the gospel on the radio
And the gospel on tv
He got all of the transcripts
Back to 1963
Back to 1963
He said I sold my blood for money
There wasn't any pain
But I just can't stand the feeling
It's in someone else's veins
It's in someone else's veins
Momma took me aside
And she tried to change my mind
She said, don't waste your time in looking
There's nothing, nothing left to find
Nothing, nothing left to find
So I left him down in Pensacola
In a trailer in the sand
The man from the picture
Creased and yellowed in my hand
Creased and yellowed in my hand
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ever.... seeing you in a fucking canoe again!!!
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