Founds total 5 songs
The Mute
Well, as a child I mostly spoke inside my head. I had conversations with the clouds, the dogs, the dead. And they thought my broken, that my tongue was coated lead.
The Crooked Kind
I heard you tellin' lies. I heard you say you weren't born of our blood. I know we're the crooked kind. But you're crooked too, boy, and it shows. . Some get dealt simple hands.
Letters Home (aftermath)
Well, the men arrived as the sun began to set. And they pulled a wooden crate. 'bout six feet long. I could read the news in their downcast eyes. My boy had passed away.
Reminders
I wish I had more nice things to say. But I was raised not to lie. I'm either honest, or I'm an optimist. But never both at the same time. . And everyone knows the deal.
Letters Home
So, I'm writing' you this letter between rests. 'cause yesterday a bullet found my chest. And I don't got the energy to dress myself. And I can't walk without help.
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