Crawling Green Grass

Crawling Green Grass

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When I walked through the town
I know I had my head hung down
My eyes were oh, so very low
Picked up my bags and started down the road

I do believe the devil is watching me
Hands burn at every note I pick
Break through to the other side
Keep playing on ‘till the day
Till the day turns into night

That Morning

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