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The Bonnie Dell House
Sarah and the Safe Word
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It's 4 a.m. on Bonnie Dell
And I don't give a fuck
I made my peace with the ghosts of the streets
And I'm betting that'll be enough
I moved out west to San Francisco
Breathed in that fire smoke
Then found my heart in a northern song
I guess I'm going to make my way back home
Wood, nails, bites, and bones
Who's going to pray when they carry you home
I made some friends
Now I'm all alone
God ain't gonna call me on the telephone
Saying, "Maybe I slept too long waiting for the sun."
Maybe I slept too long, lord, waiting for thе sun
I won't suffer through the season in my shitty job
You can go ahеad and let me go
Because I don't really care about your KPIs
Run and tell that to the CEO
And if you don't understand why I can't be a man
I'll just tell you that it's need-to-know
Four years deep
Still no sleep
And baby, I'm ready to go
Wood, nails, bites, and bones
Who's going to pray when they carry you home
I made some friends
Now I'm all alone
God ain't gonna call me on the telephone
"Maybe I slept too long waiting for the sun."
Maybe I slept too long, lord, waiting for the sun
Wood, nails, bites, and bones
Who's going to pray when they carry you home
I made some friends
Now I'm all alone
God ain't gonna call me on the telephone
Wood, nails, bites, and bones
Who's going to pray when they carry you home
I made some friends
Now I'm all alone
God ain't gonna call me on the telephone
"Maybe I slept too long waiting for the sun."
Maybe I slept too long, lord, waiting for the sun
Wood, nails, bites, and bones
Who's going to pray when they carry you home
I made some friends
Now I'm all alone ("Maybe I slept too long waiting for the sun.")
God ain't gonna call me on the telephone
Wood, nails, bites, and bones (A story seldom understood)
Who's going to pray when they carry you home
I made some friends (A story seldom understood)
Now I'm all alone
God ain't gonna call me on the telephone
Wood, nails, bites, and bones (A story seldom understood)
Who's going to pray when they carry you home
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