I buzzed the max of the king beat of A Jazzy trumpets and horns I rocked the roadhouse, fairs and ways Crossroads and devil's blues I swallowed Eden and viewed hell in the decade of paradise and ruin I wandered in wonder in a world of whisky pawning my soul, youth and life I slept with sparrows, craving doves with wounds carved in wood My eyes closed My ears never listening I am what little that's left That is my damnation and my sole salvation I am the tears of the last generation
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The higher you go into the hills, the deeper the secrets...
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Karen
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