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Against the Ropes
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Carved across your heart with a hook
This kind of madness makes you twitch
Written in the stars like a book
This kind of sadness stains your lips
When you're high it's tremendous, you're a pinball machine
When your low it's a carnival of terrifying dreams
Against the ropes, against the ropes
Seeing ghosts, seeing ghosts
Burned into your body like a brand
This kind of head makes Heaven Hell
Scrawled out in red letters on the sand
These kind of wishes ain't for wells
When you're high it's like a rocket fused and set to burst
When you're low it's like a ouija board spelling out a curse
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Legendary Enemies
04:05
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Wrote a letter to your ghost in racing driver red
Out there spread before me dark clouds circled overhead
Across a field of stars that glittered close and bold
I saw a fire burning in emerald and gold
A cadillac, a crocodile
In a Holiday Inn we slept a while
Weep, all your little rains of bad luck and bad weather
Legendary enemies ride away together
Got a message from your ghost, a voice into my ear (it said)
Above the devil's garden cowboys disappear
Curtains of blue rain and thundershowers fall
Just like a freight train headed full speed at a wall
A moon-eyed horse with yellow teeth
In a Holiday Inn we got some sleep
Wilderness wilderness deep in the wild
Without clocks or calendars crystalline quiet
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What kind of ghosts are these with keys to all the locks
What kind of roads are these with every exit blocked
It's a shake down with the sun in your eyes
It's a stick up with both your hands tied
It's a one way ticket out, just as long as you don't look down
Roman candles and red lights
Shooting stars stuck at stop signs
What kind of dogs are these with warm murderous eyes
What kind of devils come in such adept disguise
It's a double bluff while you're down on your knees
F for fake, the forest and trees
It's a rollercoaster ride, just as long as you hold on tight
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Out in the Weeds
03:25
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I saw you standing on the corner with no shoes and missing teeth
I saw you stop at a red light looking like Bela Lugosi
Rip yourself open, sew yourself shut, somewhere in Heaven your number came up
When we don't know who to hate we hate ourselves, there's a seat by a window waiting in Hell
100 hearts, 100 souls, 100 bodies full of holes
100 heads, 100 scalps, 100 signs that say way out
I saw you standing at a crossroads with black eyes and bleeding feet
I saw you stop at a green light looking like Clara Bow all beat
Everyone thinks their role is the lead, the killer and the victim out in the weeds
When we don't know how to live handcuffed with hope there's a seat by an exit to a lifeboat
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