Though I thought about it once or twice
No, I guess it was more like all the time
Couple oceans, a couple miles
Wondering town, brick roads and hill signs
While them guns were going off
When your love is not enough
Where them pages write themselves
A couple of stories I'll never tell
So, welcome to your brand new life
And welcome to this city
That's crawling with life and them devil eyes
What's it feel like?
When your pulse runs dry
When your mouth grows quiet
Paint your lips all black
You got a little wicked in your eye
Back when you were on your own
In a tiny place outside Chicago
Tell me when you're feeling low
You would wander downhill sides and brick roads
While them guns were going off
Feel my love is not enough
While them pages write themselves
A couple of stories I'll never tell
So welcome to your brand new life
Welcome to this city
That's crawling with lovely devil eyes
What's it feel like
When your pulse runs dry
When your mouth grows quiet
Paint your lips all black
You got a little wicked in your eye
Folks they living peacefully
River man nods his cap at me
Fucked up smiling ear to ear
Blood on your feet, holding your heels
Even black and white
Yelling something about tonight
Cause everything was short lived
If only you could stay still
So welcome to your brand new life
And welcome to this city
That's crawling with lovely devil eyes
Tell me what it feels like
When your pulse runs dry
When your mouth grows quiet
Paint your lips all black
You got a little wicked in your eye

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