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Cowboy Milk
Beauty School
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All this texture on the walls
Laid in bed sheets I've never felt before
In a town I've never seen
Where's the pain in giving in
Is there a version of me that sits and rots
Wonders what this could have been
It must be some kind of habit
The disease I couldn't shake
Why don't you pick me up
Why don't you put me in my place
I get lost, lost in all the faces, all the places
Every sleepless night we spent
Smiling while I'm dying yet ignoring
All my family and friends
I dreamt I saw your ghost
And you pulled me out of these aching bones
To the house we grew up in
And I swear that's where he stood
He was younger then, I was younger still
Carving shapes in the cottonwood
It must be some kind of habit
A disease I couldn't shake
Why don't you pick me up
Why don't you put me in my place
I get lost, lost in all the faces, all the places
Every sleepless night we spent
Smiling while I'm dying yet ignoring
All my family and friends
You say that I should slow down, I say
"Fuck it all, I'll sleep when I'm dead"
I get lost, lost in all the faces, all the places
Every sleepless night we spent
Smiling whilst I'm dying yet ignoring
All my family and friends
And I'll hold on to every fucking tiny thing
And every moment lying on our bed
Lay me on my stomach, crack my spine
Release the pressure from my head
You say that I should slow down, I say
"Fuck it all, I'll sleep when I'm dead"
Fuck it all, I'll sleep when I'm dead
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