Painted pistols, and all the cheap thrills
and the worlds that collide
and all the poets
and all the pain pills
and the [god] on your side
well it don't help you
it never will
and we all get older
and older still
but mornings peaceful
like its always been
the calm and the crying wind
its awkward and painful
to wish for the end
cause the end is goin' to come
but baby I love you
like I did back then
like the [west and] the setting sun
and I ain't been sleeping
and I'm tired as hell
and I stare at the ceiling
and talk to myself
but mornings peaceful
like its always been
the calm and the crying wind

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