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The Saints – Blown away

I woke up this morning at the usual time
I could have sworn there were tears in my eyes
I rolled out of bed I rearranged my head
it didn’ t seem to make a difference anyhow
but today, I’ ll try to drag myself upright
I put on my shoes and walked to the door
but before I get outside


all my words get blown away
yeah all my words get blown away!!!

lately I’ ve found I’ ve taken to walking around
with a permanent cloud hanging over me
I got lost on the backroads
been making the wrong turns
I’ ve been fooling myself by degrees
I’ ve been drinking a bitter wine
been slipping down mountains
I’ ve fallen under a curse
and sometimes I rise in the middle of the night
I scream but nothing gets heard


of the three kinds of luck
I could have written the book
and bled between every line
every word from every doomed poem
doesn’ t feel like much use to me now
and too late she cries
I can’ t wait forever
I mumble an answer I listen for the crash
of the storm from the other site

from: The Saints – Howling, Triple X 1996


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