Crying in their sleep
If I was a hungry man
With a gun in my hand
And some promises to keep
Wanted to change the world
Watch as easy as murder
It's all headlights
And vapor trails
And circle K killers
And I know I could look
At anyone but you now
I could fall
Into the eyes of anyone
But you now, now, now, now
So come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now
Come on, come on, come on now
Come on through now
This is a list
Of what I should have been
But I'm not
This is a list of the things
That I should have seen
But I'm not seeing
Look in your eyes
As these fingertips
Slip on your neck
And make you shiver
I am just turning away
From where
I should have been
Because I am not anything
Oh, anything
Oh
The president
Is in bed tonight
But he can't
Catch his sleep
Cause all the cowboys
On the radio are killers
And I am gonna leave
Fuel of you
Cause you never
Make her feel
Like anything
She said I want him
To feel a thing
But I can feel
I can't feel
I know I could look
At anyone but you now
I could fall
Into the arms of anyone
But you now, now, now, now
So come on, come on, come on
Come on oh come on through now
Come on, come on, come on
Oh come on through now
This is a list
Of what I should have been
But I'm not
This is a list of the things
That I should have seen
But I'm not seeing
Look in your eyes
As these fingers on slip
In your dress
And make you shiver
I am just turning away
From what I shouldn't see
Because I am not anything
Oh, anything
Oh
Everyone's
Is in bed tonight,
But nobody can sleep
Cause all the satellites
Are watching
Through our windows
She says
She doesn't love me
Like-but she's acting
But it's just
If she isn't talking
Mr. Lincoln's head
Is bleeding
On a front row
While she's speaking
I said
Come all you cowboys
All you
Blue-eyed baby boys
Oh, come on all you
Dashing gentlemen
Of summer
I'll wait for you
And Saturday's a memory
And Sunday
Comes to gather me
Into the arms of God
And welcome me
Cause I believe
I believe
And I know
I could look
At anyone but you now
I could fall
Into the eyes of anyone
But you now, now, now, now
So come on, come on, come on
Oh come on through now
Come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now
This is a list
Of what I should have been
But I'm not
This is a list of the things
That I should have seen
But I'm not seeing
You look in me
And so please
Won't you look at me
Cause I am not seeing you
Look at me
I want to make you
Look at me
Or I am not anything
Oh, anything
No, no
No, no
Cowboys on the road tonight Crying in their sleep If I was a hungry man With a gun in my hand And some promises to keep Wanted to change the world Watch as easy as murder It's all headlights And vapor trails And circle K killers And I know I could look At anyone but you now I could fall Into the eyes of anyone But you now, now, now, now So come on, come on, come on Oh, come on through now Come on, come on, come on now Come on through now This is a list Of what I should have been But I'm not This is a list of the things That I should have seen But I'm not seeing Look in your eyes As these fingertips Slip on your neck And make you shiver I am just turning away From where I should have been Because I am not anything Oh, anything Oh The president Is in bed tonight But he can't Catch his sleep Cause all the cowboys On the radio are killers And I am gonna leave Fuel of you Cause you never Make her feel Like anything She said I want him To feel a thing But I can feel I can't feel I know I could look At anyone but you now I could fall Into the arms of anyone But you now, now, now, now So come on, come on, come on Come on oh come on through now Come on, come on, come on Oh come on through now This is a list Of what I should have been But I'm not This is a list of the things That I should have seen But I'm not seeing Look in your eyes As these fingers on slip In your dress And make you shiver I am just turning away From what I shouldn't see Because I am not anything Oh, anything Oh Everyone's Is in bed tonight, But nobody can sleep Cause all the satellites Are watching Through our windows She says She doesn't love me Like-but she's acting But it's just If she isn't talking Mr. Lincoln's head Is bleeding On a front row While she's speaking I said Come all you cowboys All you Blue-eyed baby boys Oh, come on all you Dashing gentlemen Of summer I'll wait for you And Saturday's a memory And Sunday Comes to gather me Into the arms of God And welcome me Cause I believe I believe And I know I could look At anyone but you now I could fall Into the eyes of anyone But you now, now, now, now So come on, come on, come on Oh come on through now Come on, come on, come on Oh, come on through now This is a list Of what I should have been But I'm not This is a list of the things That I should have seen But I'm not seeing You look in me And so please Won't you look at me Cause I am not seeing you Look at me I want to make you Look at me Or I am not anything Oh, anything No, no No, no Explain Request ×
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