11 July 2008
My Hometown I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town He'
I'll Work For Your Love Pour me a drink Theresa in one of those glasses you dust off And I'll watch the bones in your back like the stations of the cross 'Round your hair the sun lifts a halo, at your
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