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When Shovel Meets Rock
02:04
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You caught me at a bad time won't say I ain't tryin'
But the good lord gave me bad thoughts and I left you cryin'
When shovel meets rock, just a whole lot of pryin'
I'm dying to show you I can
Be the man that I thought that you wanted I think
Water, wine, or whiskey, pour all you can drink
If I get locked up collect calls from the clink
Baby let me show you I can
Well I caught you alright don't say nothin' 'bout timing
And tryin' ain't tryin' if you're stuck here deciding
A whole mess of words you've done nothing but lying
Stop tryin' cause I know you can't
I don't need a man who don't know how to think
Keep pouring and pouring I've got my own drink
When you get locked up I'll pray for the clink
Baby we both know you can't
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Pyotr
03:51
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Bare breasted, you make love in the turret
I feel each single thrust that you take
In silence I watch on from the bastion
Entranced, I make myself look away
Bare breasted making love in the turret
I've never loved nobody other than you
And in silence I can feel as you quiver
Keep quiet or you know what he will do
I know that I am not the man you desire
I know you think that I am some kind of fool
And I know you would gaze in his eyes forever
I figured out just how to give that to you
When he found us in the western wing sleeping
You cried at all the things you thought he would do
And I tell you in the heat of the scuffle
"Nobody ever takes my eyes off of you"
And oh Katherine, how you run me my fever
Oh Katherine, tell me was it worth it for him?
These gallows are no place for the stubborn
Just you and your lover as a dark souvenir
She sees me on display inside the museum
Comes every morning and again when she can
Strokes her blistered hand across my glass container
Saying "It's so good to see you back here again."
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In the Morning
04:53
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Two pennies on a train track I've discarded for fun
and things come to a choice love, come like a train always does.
Just like a dream you appear on the scene
Calloused hands and torn jeans; a sorry stance and ripped knees.
And in the hallway I'll find your footsteps from last night keeping me up.
You've been pacing beside of me all of this time like a ghost always does.
And in the morning I'll try to pull the curtain again
I swore to you last night that the sun was near certain again.
And in the morning light once more you'll go slapping my hand.
I'll be laying on my side just hoping that you find me again.
And in the hallway I'll find your footsteps from last night keeping me up.
You've been pacing beside of me all of this time like a ghost always does.
And in the morning I'll try to pull the curtain again
I'll be laying on my side just hoping that you find me again.
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