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Lawrence Arms Ghost Stories

mine who eased his pain by killing not letting it kill him. when you wake up you won't remember anything. but that night the ghosts wailed in the windstorm

hey brother can you spare the time? skin and bones that's melting in a backwards way to grow. out of heart and out of mind, and kiss me in the rearview

mine who eased his pain by killing not letting it kill him. when you wake up you won't remember anything. but that night the ghosts wailed in the windstorm

our trip had ended i didn't know what I had to do who really cares at all we had to get away somehow we settled on a place where the open road had closed

another day chock full of choices of things to hate another forehead, cobwebby, dull, throbbing, almost pain ... another obstrusive reminder of things

[whistle] [assorted cowboy calls] ALRIGHT! Well I shot a man in Louisville about one year ago He was looking at me cock-eyed and I guess it goes to

another senseless week of crowded thoughts and crooked teeth morning frost and frozen sidewalks all those days that burn inside us swell up in the silence

walking dead on two burned feet do you have anything left to say to me? from barber chairs and baseball gloves to calling names and slaps and drugs from

our trip had ended i didn't know what I had to do who really cares at all we had to get away somehow we settled on a place where the open road had closed