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Lirieke: Mark Lanegan. Here Comes That Weird Chill. Lexington Slow Down.


(Lanegan, Richards)

Won't break my heart, won't hope to die
Before Lexington, could slow down
They say a chariot's waitin'
Will it get cut loose
The place starts swinging
When it's me on the noose
Mother do you think
That the children cry
Cause they want to shake your chain?
Mark miles today, one for every year of my life
In the stinking fucking rain
Just to slow down
So I could so slow down
So I could so slow down
Yeah
Look for me luck
Just one last time
Spare me a chance, I've wasted mine
Shine on me light, don't you know I would
Reach for you there
If only I could
If I could slow down
If I could slow down
If I could slow down
Just slow down
Don't mind being stoned
They say Jesus was
And I like being alone, and I could take livin' low
Forgive my being cruel, if ever I was
Say a word for me too
When I'm under the gun
It wouldn't break my heart
If I could slow down
Let the place start swingin
There's a chariot waitin'
It wouldn't break my heart
If I could slow down
Let the place start swinging
There's a charoit waiting
It wouldn't break my heart
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