In times like these..
I want to run away
I want to forget the things
That's been done
That's been said
Squeezed my eyes shut
Rammed my head, but
The images kept on walking
They tramping on
My head's a-turning
Time's a-waisting
erase the memories from my head
scratch off the picture that said
i'll wait you in alabama
where there's sun and banana
the hell with the sun
somebody give me a gun
Blow my head off
dug me a grave on
high hill and chilly wind
choke me please
somebody kill me please
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