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In Memory of Satan (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 3)
The Mountain Goats
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Got my paintbox out last night
Stayed up late and wrecked this place
Woke up on the floor again
Cellphone stuck to the side of my face
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Dead space on the other end
Perfect howl of emptiness
Cast my gaze around the room
Someone needs to clean up this mess
Tape up the windows
Call in a favor from an old friend
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Make some scratches on my floor
Crawl down on my hands and knees
In old movies people scream
Choking on their fists
When they see shadows like these
But no one screams, 'cause it's just me
Wrapped up, so tide in myself
Never gonna get free
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Something sacred, something blue
Cannons in the harbor dawn
I'm sorry, I fucked up the chord twice
We gotta, we gotta do it again, that was so good
It's alright, nah, I fucked up a bunch
I, I'd like
I was like "What, what am I doing at the top?
And then I realize, oh, I don't play at the top"
Right, but it was good
I wanna play at the top again
No, no, no, I don't like because, it's 'cause
I wanna come in like, yeah, no
I shouldn't be playing at the top
Oh, you, oh, you wanna split
Can we, can me and John still playing at the top?
Well, yeah, you guys
I'm just keeping time, where do I come in?
Oh, so here's the thing
No, normally, normally I feel like, oh, here's the thing
I'm kind of, I'm kind of a prize machine
Alright, alright
In memory of Satan
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Got my paintbox out last night
Stayed up late and wrecked this place
Woke up on the floor again
Cellphone stuck to the side of my face
ย
Dead space on the other end
Perfect howl of emptiness
Cast my gaze around the room
Someone needs to clean up this mess
Tape up the windows
Call in a favor from an old friend
ย
Make some scratches on my floor
Crawl down on my hands and knees
In old movies people scream
Choking on their fists
When they see shadows like these
But no one screams, cause it's just me
Wrapped up, so tied in myself
I will never get free, I will never get free
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Something sacred, something blue
Cannons in the harbor dawn
I crawled down here to dig up your bones
One good season then I'm gone
Black drapes over the crosses
Let me call in a favor from an old friend
From an old friend
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I miss, uh, playing music with you all the time
Miss it all the time
Or your guitar station behind
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