the lawrence county sheriff'll be comin round soon
they found some bones by the old filmore mine
tell him you ain't seen me, that i ain't even called in months
and if you don't hear from me again well that's just fine
then disappear with me into these black hills, baby
we'll wander circles underneath the yellow pines
we got no future - barely even have a past
but we can stretch this moment out for a time

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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