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Walt Whitman - Trampled By Turtles
Lighted up like a city at night
Old dark bones in the city
Old walt whitman and borrowed alcohol
We drove fast shakin' all the way
Like the waves in california
Sorry I never know what to say at all
Caught in a whirlwind
And dry as a bone
And I don't think that I can make it
On my own
On my own my own
On my own my own
On my own my own
Murdered love it never ends
I tried but I couldn't make it
Yeah your paperback lovers could never pay the bills
Worn it once and then let it go
Oh you may never shake
End up drinkin' too much and poppin' pills
Loose like a feather
And left here alone
And I don't think that I can make it
On my own
On my own my own
On my own my own
On my own my own
