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Last night we slept caught in the low glare of the television screen Beneath the snowy static was my vivid fever dream And the dialogue was faulty in that cold flickering light Oh sweet tragedy, end here tonight And I woke up in a church beneath an old and rugged cross There are demons here to beat, I swear that all my faith is lost And no one here can hear me but it only feels right when I sing So I sing with each chord my heartbreak brings But each verse is trite, and try as I might I could never quite complete this parody I don't think I fit in where this story should begin And I'm tired and I'm angry and I'm wondering, if you think you'd let me in So as we slept caught in the low glare of the television screen I dreamed of all my losses, I'm afraid of what might be My father had an angry hand my mother didn't see Son of John, a storm is gathering over me Oh me oh my, oh woe is me My life is filled with grief Such immeasurable misery Throughout all the tired clichés Boy, sure as shit, you'll see They'll give you all the money Now the prize is yours you see Oh Oh Oh Oh So pour me one last cup, kid I just give up As I feel the earth's slow pull of gravity We'll go our separate ways, I'll be back someday Just let your compass navigate you, let your compass navigate you Pour me one last cup, kid I just give up And I feel the earth's slow pull of gravity We'll go our separate ways, I'll be back someday Just let your compass navigate you Let your compass navigate you back to me |