July 8th, 2003



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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