Write it down, write it down
You don't want to forget!
You've been losing your mind ever since the day you up and quit.
Things ain't been the same,
You headed east with reasons.
A purpose driven life, but not the purpose you could reason.
Write it down, write it down
You don't want to forget.
And when the sun goes down, bury them behind the barn.
You've seen her suffer, so you bury them down.
Short work with a shotgun, the thoughts you can't afford to feed.
You've seen her suffer, so you bury them down.
Silly child, silly child!
You're wasting all of your gifts!
You've been losing your mind ever since the day you took a sip.
And things, they been the same; keys in machines and leaving them.
Still back east, between the sheets, no purpose or a reason.
Silly child, silly child!
You're wasting all your gifts.
And when the sun goes down, bury them behind the barn.
You've seen her suffer, so you bury them down.
Short work with a shotgun, the thoughts you can't afford to feed.
You've seen her suffer, so you bury them down.
Eli had the perfect life, ten acres and a pretty wife.
I man the grind wheel.
Take and inventory, boy. You're losing your mind.



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