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I know this fallible life can be wonderful for some
The bricked in fickle decent types
Clearly driven bible black inside

And he wont drop anchor with me
Although the undertow is strong
And we sleep so soundly together
But we are better off alone

Choking on our freedom, freedom, freedom

And he carried his kisses for me
Inside a paper bagged mistake
The shipwrecked, huckleberry boy,
Flickered out to bible black inside

And all along his anchor was me
And when the undertow was strong
We'd laugh so loudly together
But he was always so alone

Choking on our freedom, freedom, freedom

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from the sweetest of tales from the bitterest edge, released May 13, 2002

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