Caramia Blank notebook and a back pocket fade You used to mock me Sometimes I would cry When I was home later 'Cause you hurt my feelings Why? Why? Why
Sittin' in Darwin's theory You're down in the forty-eight I'm practicin' politics You're practicin' guitar and stayin' out late How'd we get so turned
Remember everything I told you Keep it in your heart like a stone And when the winds have blown The winds have blown things round and back again What
friend Help me forget where I been Kind friend Remember who I am" I was too late in Spokane So I caught a ride through the cascade range I saw the sun
Scooter boys and Argentineans Europe shed the blood of the Indians Here I sit in the land of plenty Crying about my own virginity Hey blue blood you'
One hundred 'n' fifteen You are seventeen Itchy trigger And venomous You're growin' longer You're growin' stronger So shed your skin Baby now shed this
It's alright forty days of rain The skin stretched our from the growing pain It'd be nice to have an explanation but it's alright And it's alright if
I am sorry that I set my sights On the things I read Something meant for your husband And maybe, you left it under the bed Once upon a love those words
that girl a gun I said now don't give that girl a gun (Give that girl a gun) Already won She's already won Yeah (Give that girl a gun) Yeah (Give that girl
It's dark at 4 pm in Leeds The steeples pierce the skylight till the last of it bleeds The absent sound of another day as it recedes Into the shadows
I am sorry that I set my sights on the things I read Something meant for your husband maybe you left them under the bed Once upon a love those words
Caramia Blank notebook in a back pocket fade You used to mock me sometimes I would cry When I was home later Cause you hurt my feelings Why, why, why
I'm sitting in Darwin's Theory You're down in the 48s I'm practicing politics You're practicing guitar an staying out late How'd we get so turned around
Remember everything I told you Keep it in your heart like a stone And when the winds have blown things round and back again What was once your pain will
give that girl a gun I said now don't give that girl a gun (give that girl a gun) She's already won [one] She's already won [one] Yeah...(give that girl
It's alright forty days of rain My skin stretched out from the growing pain And it'd be nice to have an explanation But it's alright And it's alright
It's dark at four p.m. in Leeds The steeples pierce the skylight till the last of it bleeds The absent sound of another day as it recedes Into the shadows
me forget where I been Hey kind friend Remember who I am Well it was too late in Spokane So I caught a ride through the Cascade Range Saw the sun die
