matt (hbergeronx) wrote,

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Now that the lake's in place Where the dead sea is to be
It seems that I'm seasoned to be In a season of the old me
I wouldn't trade my place I got no reason to be
Weathered and withering Like in a season of the old me

Bust the lock off the front door
Once you're outside you won't want to hide anymore

--- Grandaddy, Now It's On

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    Hard to forget, hard to go on When you fall asleep, you're out on your own Let go of your life, grab on to my hand Here in the clouds, where we'll…

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