there must
be red paint on the walls because I’ve cussed you out again the fire behind
your eyes burns in your fingers and I felt the warmth on my face there had to
be poison in the water when I told you to go to hell this city has had its way
with you for the last time baby and I heard from a friend through a friend that
you’re losing your mind again but you’re not here and I’m screaming at a blank
wall do I deserve these ghost legs just like a soldier they’re my spoils of war
and I’ll write as many songs as I want to about what I’ve done where I’ve been
who I’ve loved and what I’ve been through all that I’ve been through there’s
something peculiar about the weather it’s fall all year ‘round here because
you’re making and breaking and staking and faking your claims so much for the
disappearing act do I deserve these ghost legs just like a soldier they’re my
spoils of war you know it we blew it you’re giving up I’m giving out erasing
replacing my ghost legs are feeling numb
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