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Used to untruly
So kindly and it left
You lying here in ruin
You cut the hand of a good friend
And you smile in all you're doing
Got a hole burning in your brain
Just north of the last line on a southbound train
You wonder why you look all over just to find a four-leaf clover
And as you pick it, it just withers away
But now you live so true
Mysterious and blue, waking up each morning all alone
You sip black coffee, but you hate the taste
And your crown of thorns weighs heaviest at home
Got a hole burning in your heart
Where once before you love was overflowin'
And you hate the sky for crying and you love the same sky when it's smilin'
Peeking through the blinds
Is your only means of knowing
Are you not your mother's son?
Once on the run for throwing stones at old windows
But you live so freely and you walk so easy
Leaning with whichever way the wind would blow
