You've been
Coming down with the flu
And i know
How to talk to you
And the old souls they know
That we're good as gone
Sundown
Faded in the west
This town
Thinks that they're the best
And the hot coals
Lay low for the quiet songs
If it's old news will it hold true
When the choir's gone
Dark jeans
Hanging my head low
Pipe dreams
Hours to plateau
And it's been done
But i still run to the greener side
And it's old truth
But it's still blue in the lowest tide

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