This is only temporary These songs are my worst habits My looks and my skin and my temper In this town, this place I call my home Well it's me just purely And I promise I'll get back on track I'll get better so I can come home My looks and my skin and in my head In this town, this place I call my home Well it's me just purely And this cancer, it ain't terminal And this fetish for lovely creatures These songs are my bad luck This town, this place I call my home Well it's me just purely And all my crazy superstitions About living in the past This is my second and last gasp Well it's me just purely Oh and things are gonna turn around I can feel it right to my bones I will come home This town, this place I call my home Me just purely She was crooked and limp And her eyes half shut And her dirty mouth was open Just a little
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