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Nicole Dollanganger – Creek Blues lyrics
Pills eat through you like acid burning holes
Through your head, your mind, your bones and enamel
Handcuffed to the bed like you’re an animal
I don’t even recognize you anymore
Try to put you down like an old dog to sleep
Cut your branches off but you’re a dying tree
The doctors came and pulled the sheet up over your head
You’re already dead, you just don’t know it yet
You are sick and I hate you and love you for it
You’re a wreck but I’m always going to want you
I hate to see the knife always under your arm
Alone at night, cutting up neighborhood dogs
You snuck me to your daddy’s bedroom
Showed me all his guns
You said, “Careful or you’ll blow your head off
Make sure the safety’s on”
Leaving things to die in the mud at the creek
Pumping shotgun slugs out into the trees
You run your fingers on the wood and feel its bullet holes
It gives you something I could never give you or ever really know
You are sick and I hate you and love you for it
You’re a wreck but I’m always going to want you
And I don’t want to know what you’ve done
Or what you think about doing
I don’t want to know, so don’t tell me
Through your head, your mind, your bones and enamel
Handcuffed to the bed like you’re an animal
I don’t even recognize you anymore
Try to put you down like an old dog to sleep
Cut your branches off but you’re a dying tree
The doctors came and pulled the sheet up over your head
You’re already dead, you just don’t know it yet
You are sick and I hate you and love you for it
You’re a wreck but I’m always going to want you
I hate to see the knife always under your arm
Alone at night, cutting up neighborhood dogs
You snuck me to your daddy’s bedroom
Showed me all his guns
You said, “Careful or you’ll blow your head off
Make sure the safety’s on”
Leaving things to die in the mud at the creek
Pumping shotgun slugs out into the trees
You run your fingers on the wood and feel its bullet holes
It gives you something I could never give you or ever really know
You are sick and I hate you and love you for it
You’re a wreck but I’m always going to want you
And I don’t want to know what you’ve done
Or what you think about doing
I don’t want to know, so don’t tell me
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