Jed Whedon and the Willing
pennsylvania
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I don't need your say
Rarely go my own way
One hand can count the times
One, two, three, four, five
All of it would pass
Bet on it my last dime
Digging for the bottom till under water
Only see me stand in candlelight
I was scared to death, asked me for a cigarette
I'd seen your face around
Lift up off the ground
Last thing I recall, morning was the first snowfall
Digging for the bottom till under water
Only to abandon candlelight