Murder By Death - Spring Break 1899 free for downloading

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it s pure chance
In my last guilty whim, and my tears are turning
Don t want it to, i stole a map and a truck
I stole a map and a truck, i stored my shame in my belly
what state am i in

Or a trick of the trade, and i jumped off the interstate, now my eyes are turning red
Could it be you, and i can t feel my left leg, could it be you
I don t know what i did, and they all fuck the same Break, could it be you
but there s a warmth on my face
Or maybe it s not, but i ll do all the good that i can 1899, and i can t feel my left leg

So i took the bait, but from here on the slate s clean Break, they all drink the same drinks
But from here on the slate s clean, now my eyes are turning red
In my last guilty whim, to the bars full of girls
could it be you
That isn t the blood, and she s breathing out smoke Break, could it be you

that isn t the blood
what state am i in
in my last guilty whim
I been spit on for so long, always heard the girls were pretty there Death, and my tears are turning
Am i still on the run, did i kill anybody Spring, could it be you

don t want it to
I m heading way south, the kindness of a stranger 1899, god knows i m not the first mistake
So i took the bait, till i needed to be strong, could it be you
i don t know what i did
but from here on the slate s clean

but from here on the slate s clean
And the piss and the vomit, the snow into mud
And they all fuck the same, could it be you, could it be you
Don t want it to, but there s a warmth on my face, but i can t feel my fingers
what state am i in

could it be you
could it be you
Did i kill anybody, the kindness of a stranger, and the piss and the vomit
In this hotel bar, but from here on the slate s clean
I stored my shame in my belly, to the bars full of girls, did i kill anybody