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- moore

"six on a christmas morning..."
"and for "
"well, it for the honor of god,
Aunt "
"i all about the honor of god,
jane."

Six o'clock the kicks him from a dream
to shake it off but it just won't stop
Can't find the but he's got promises to keep
And wood to chop before he

I may never get
But never's than now
I've got to cover

He's in the parking lot and just sitting in his car
It's nine but he can't get out
He a cigarette
And turns the down
But can't seem to shake that sound

Once I I'd get over
But too late for me now
I've got to cover

walks through the door
And flies out the window
And nobody knows what want
they finally let it all go

The inside
Coming

So ways to drown a man
So ways to drag him down
Some are fast and some take years and
hear what he's saying when he's talking in his sleep
He finally found the but he's in too deep

I could never get
Is it too for me now?
Feel like my cover

walks through the door
And memory flies out the
And nobody knows what they
they finally let it all go

But cut your losses too soon
'cause you'll only be your throat
And answer a while you still hear at all
'cause will if you won't

"six o'clock on a morning..."
"i all about the honor of god,
Mary..."
"i know all about the of god,
jane."