the gaslight anthem
mary, this station is playing every sad song. i remember like we were alive.
i heard it sunday morn' from inside of these walls. in a prison cell, where we spent those nights.
and they burnt up the diner where i always used to find her.
licking young boys blood from her claws.
and i learned about the blues from this kitten i knew.
her hair was raven and her heart was like a tomb. my heart's like a wound.
i heard it sunday morn' from inside of these walls. in a prison cell, where we spent those nights.
and they burnt up the diner where i always used to find her.
licking young boys blood from her claws.
and i learned about the blues from this kitten i knew.
her hair was raven and her heart was like a tomb. my heart's like a wound.
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