To be alone is what I want
Shut away where no one can find me,
So I might stop this ceaseless thing
And have no tears to remind me.
Shut away where no one can find me,
So I might stop this ceaseless thing
And have no tears to remind me.
posted by dyingember at 10:32 PM
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And the water taste funny
When you're far from your home
But it's only the thirsty
That hunger to roam
Rocky Mountain Time
©John Prine
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