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Mark Lanegan Here Comes That Weird Chill

(Van Vliet) Had to run so far to find a clear spot Sun's all hottin' in the rotten hot Swamp's all rotten and stinkin', buh Vegetation's hot Sleepin

(Lanegan) Oh, It's good Baby, to make me forget Oh, so good Baby, so good to make me forget Forget myself again I walk down, the steps to the river

(Lanegan) Heavy head and harbour mine Red soaked cloud at my blood shot eye The faithful scatter, they're running away Along for the ride With all

catches the bastard Draggin' the chain down, down, down Who'll say it Tell me No one else is here, come on Nothin' to believe is to be blissed, come on

(Lanegan) (Hit it) Wake up Wake up Children don't ya hear me comin' Get up Get up Because I got to have the honey And I don't want to leave this heaven