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Luke Doucet Broken And Other Rogue States

and my evil wicked ways The roads I make us lost our way that guarantees and beds we make Our life goes on for better change the ground it crumbles cracks and shakes Underfoot the bugs and

Keep her away from me Keep her away from me 'cause I'm not man enough to keep my hands where I can see them. I did the wrong brother, just like my mother

I left a trail of Lucky Strikes on the way up to your room in case the sun went down, I'd find my way home. Now one and one half years have passed and

own heart and the right girl at the wrong time to make him do it. So if I am that guy and you're the girl and the time is now, then I'm as broke as any

Broken records, buzzing flies, empty bottles. Graphic evidence of a war as it heals. Scratch the itch, pick the scab, don't let it seal. This is a martyr

you safe from death Brother, oh brother what is the crime you done, did you consort with the devil via cocaine and a gun oh brother, oh brother no shame and