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[00:42.520]She lifts her skirt up to her knees
[00:45.830]Walks through the garden of roses with her bare feet laughing
[00:54.130]I never learned to count my blessings
[00:57.620]I choose instead to dwell in my disasters
[01:06.510]I walk on down the hill
[01:09.200]Through grass grown tall and brown
[01:12.440]And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain
[01:18.760]On past the busted back and
[01:21.590]Of that old and rusted Cadillac
[01:24.110]That sinks into this field collecting rain
[01:29.830]Will I always feel this way?
[01:41.410]So empty, so estranged
[01:58.870]Of these cutthroat busted sunsets
[02:02.260]These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary
[02:10.250]If through my cracked and dusty dime store lips
[02:14.210]I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me
[02:22.340]Lay your blouse across the chair
[02:25.930]Let fall the flowers from your hair
[02:28.710]And kiss me with that country mouth so plain
[02:34.690]Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves
[02:38.630]To me it sounds like they're applauding us
[02:42.330]The quiet love we‘ve made
[02:46.420]Will I always feel this way?
[02:58.810]So empty, so estranged
[03:45.550]Well I looked my demons in the eyes
[03:48.980]Laid bare my chest said do your best destroy me
[03:57.190]See I've been to hell and back so many times
[04:01.530]I must admit you kinda bore me
[04:09.420]There's a lot of things that can kill a man
[04:12.510]There's a lot of ways to die
[04:15.090]Yes and some already dead who walk beside me
[04:21.310]There's a lot of things I don't understand
[04:24.140]Why so many people lie
[04:26.950]Well it's the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me
[04:33.330]Will I always feel this way?
[04:45.020]So empty, so estranged

She lifts her skirt up to her knees
Walks through the garden of roses with her bare feet laughing
I never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters
I walk on down the hill
Through grass grown tall and brown
And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain
On past the busted back and
Of that old and rusted Cadillac
That sinks into this field collecting rain
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged
Of these cutthroat busted sunsets
These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary
If through my cracked and dusty dime store lips
I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me
Lay your blouse across the chair
Let fall the flowers from your hair
And kiss me with that country mouth so plain
Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves
To me it sounds like they're applauding us
The quiet love we‘ve made
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged
Well I looked my demons in the eyes
Laid bare my chest said do your best destroy me
See I've been to hell and back so many times
I must admit you kinda bore me
There's a lot of things that can kill a man
There's a lot of ways to die
Yes and some already dead who walk beside me
There's a lot of things I don't understand
Why so many people lie
Well it's the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged