| Hit the asphalt hard, gone burning down
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| Spit and broken teeth, blood on the ground
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| Raw are the hours, blackened out is the sun
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| My lover is gone, my lover is gone
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| Live in the lowground, lay in the low ground
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| Make your way through the lowground, lonesome
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| Live in the lowground, lay in the lowground
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| Make your way through the lowground, lonesome
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| Still black sorrow and bitter fermented
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| The puddle of the poet’s tears, forgot the more they meant it
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| The cry of a whip, the crack of a gun
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| I’ll never love another one, never love another one
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| Live in the lowground, lay in the low ground
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| Make your way through the lowground, lonesome
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| Live in the lowground, lay in the lowground
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| Make your way through the lowground, lonesome
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| There’s a place I know, I’ve been there before
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| Where the river cuts deep through the canyon
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| In the wilderness I will clear my soul
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| Up to the silence, to the thunder that rolls
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| And the rain, it will drench me and cut to my bones
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| And I’ll leave clean and I’ll leave whole
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| And I’ll set out again to find my home
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| Glass furnace hard, and a stupor of loss
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| Squall of surrender and paying the cost
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| For a blindness for blindness, too late now I see
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| Love, I come back to me, I come back to me
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| Live in the lowground, lay in the low ground
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| Make your way through the lowground, lonesome
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| Live in the lowground, lay in the lowground
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| Make your way through the lowground, lonesome
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| Lonesome… |