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Chance at Wholesome
Rising Appalachia
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Run me river, run me wild
Run me daughter of the reconciled
Run me ragged down the line
The way you left was turpentine
I am holy I am stained
I kiss the stones let the river reign
It's a mess house with you gone
But your ghosts did the damage until dawn
You walk that fine line
Now you got me kissin' all the concubines
You were half written poem
We had a chance at wholesome
You walk that fine line
Now you got me kissin' all the concubines
You were half written poem
We had a chance at wholesome
We had a chance at wholesome
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Ride it faster, run out of time
Grief is your master, your holy shrine
In the back of this truck of mine
We pushed our luck till we lost our shine
You held the torch and you lit the fire-flies
On my back porch
Showed your scars
Chaos was your weathervane
All wrapped up in that cloak of pain
You walk that fine line
Now you got me kissin' all the concubines
You were half written poem
We had a chance at wholesome
You were my favorite line
Now I'm out here sippin' too much moonshine
You were a half written poem
We had a chance at wholesome
Mmmm
We had a chance at wholesome
We had a chance at wholesome
We had a chance at wholesome
We had a chance at wholesome
You were my favorite line
Now I'm out here sippin' too much moonshine
You were a half written poem
We had a chance at wholesome
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