Don't you combat your coast, it's already got you to
be the better man or ghost, that you've always wanted to
to be like the beeline
to rise like the shore line
Don't you curse your momma's name, She's already loved you more
than you've ever loved the same, don't come knocking' at my door
to hold you, console you
to lie to you, and fight for you
and there's a ringin' in my ear
and there's a crawling on my skin
and there's a bottle breaking in the old church tonight
and it spreads like fire
So it seems you've let me go, my drinkin' has moved you on down
on further down the road, where my friend's don't treat you wrong
and the weather, is better
no mailbox for my letters
And I still can follow you, if I decide I want to change
to be a better man or ghost, it's all just further down range
and the poison, it sinks in
so I take to the seas again
and there's a ringin' in my ear
and there's a crawling on my skin
and there's a bottle breaking in the old church tonight
and it spreads like fire

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