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Deer in the mirror of the borrowed car I drive Deer in the rear of the truck when I was nine It was dead and so was I A dog on the road to the bus stop That dog scared me half to death when I was in the fog Of ignorant love I put whiskey where the words should go I put sorrow in the place of joy I carry hard heavy memories that I should just let go Like a swallow, like a swallow In the woods, you are kings and you are queens of neighborhoods Gone the woods, where we'd sing and be away from being good They are dead and I am glad now I put whiskey where the words should go I put sorrow in the place of joy I carry hard heavy memories that I should just let go Like a swallow, like a swallow |