We're afflicted with bad dreams
We're addicted to nicotine
And the wide open spaces
And the pain that comes from loving you so much
Count the hours that follow
Come tonight or tomorrow
We will be gone to shooting
Oh, the road is a pure thing and a crutch
It's not a good time for me
Can't you see that now?
Oh, the outside is shaking
Oh, the insides are breaking
And we drink till we fall apart
But we're all fucked from the start anyway
It's not a good time for me
Can't you see that now?

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