[Intro]
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[Verse 1]

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Busted gut in Livingston, looks like its fall again
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Watching a cold front pick up steam
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Riding high up on my horse, and it's Ketamine

A wind of a thousand knives, cuts through like a thousand lies
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Ones only a cowboy could tell
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Is this actual Paradise, or is it just a bitch from hell
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And all my poems will be about you, if I can make it to the spring
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I'm a heartsick fool without  you, pretending to be free
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Like a paint horse painted only blue, like a mule afraid of fleas
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As hard as I try to be, this country's just not cut out for me
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You can't break a broken man with a round pen and a Houlihan
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And a good horse don't need your appaulse
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If you're in love with everything, you'll be crushed by the beauty of it all
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IF you're in love with everything, you'll be crushed by the beauty of it all

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