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Hill Dan It S A Long Road

s disapproving eyes. Your silence hurts like a lover's lie. Your mama walks such a fragile line. The tears will love, but you don't cry. With a trembling

of ?Oh well if it?s happening there It isn?t here?, and god appears to deal A different hand to

of the windows have been painted black The windshield's cracked, it's a bugger to drive It starts making smoke over forty-five It's a psychedelic nightmare with a million leaks It's