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Wise Blood

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Counting Crows » Wise Blood

I'm an outcast that no one can save anymore
And the days of my youth, have all long gone by now
I was the kind of boy the devil would offer a smoke or a drink to
Or a ride downtown to some god forsaken land

One sunday morning at dawn you know they baptized my soul
But they held me down so long christ i almost drowned
Yeah i was the kind of boy who never learned to smile
So i kicked and i screamed
'till i tore myself lose from all these great big hands oh yeah

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Wiseblood knows how to walk the way the wind blows
Wiseblood hears grace whisper right behind

My mommma, she turned around and said
"little boy you better wake up....cause your a walking dead"
Oh she was the kind a girl who never touched a smoke or a drink
She just smoldered like an empty church left to burn in the wind


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Counting Crows » Í albúmi

Caravan
The Ghost In You
40 Years
Margery
We're Only Love
Jumpin' Jesus
The Richest Man
Wise Blood
Carmelita
Carriage
Bulldog
Einstein On The Beach
Suffocate
A Mona Lisa
Lightning
What Is Life
Maggie May
Open All Night
Private Archipelago
The Greening Of America
Baby, I'm A Big Star Now
Shallow Days
Four White Stallions
A Good Year For The Roses
Love And Addiction
Barely Out Of Tuesday
August And Everything After

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