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Strange Way To Grieve (2011)
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The Dirty SouthIt's quiet in your garden
Though I left it quite a mess You asked me to beg your pardon So I must confess, I will confess That one careless wanton gesture Unlocked your mouth And one's trash is another's pleasure here in the dirty south... in the dirty south With all of these stories that we told They're too precious now to let go They're too precious now I know Chorus I was turning in while you were turning it out Your talking soft, and thinking out loud That maybe dogs shouldn't do tricks for free Baby what's wrong with me? Baby what's wrong with me? Come here and save me this morning Tell me I'm ok You go to work in the morning, come home in evening I sit, and you watch me wait And I know it's time to go But there is so much to say I can find a couple of reasons to hang around here But I can find a million more to just walk away... i should away With all of these stories that we told They're too precious now to let go They're so precious now I know Chorus 2x |