On a highway unpaved going my way you're so alone today like a ghost town I've found there's no relief, no salt in the sea is it true what they say you can't behave you gamble your soul away measuring your dreams oh this life seems like the gristle of loneliness don't let the sun catch ya crying don't let the sun catch ya crying Like an nice age nice days on your way sipping the golden dregs on a rip tide freaks ride sleep inside a parasite's appetite oh say can't ya see the chemistry the parasites, the cleanup fee death leather hands recycled cans get well cards to the hostage vans don't let the sun catch ya crying don't let the sun catch ya crying You're a deadweight right straight on your way sunk in the midnight shade skies burn eyes turn learning to counterfeit their disease in this town where we roam we bluff our souls on canteen patios drink the greatest draft the music drags the music drags the music drags... don't let the sun catch ya crying don't let the sun catch ya crying
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