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Crescent-Shaped Depression Lyrics
The mountains surrounding
Mark the boundaries you're not meant to leave
I'll stay far away
But to keep my place
I want to write our names on Culm Bank's face
Our hands only shake when we cross state lines
I've made hundreds of mistakes
And peace with dying in my sleep
That's just right with me
While the kids back home will leap
To the riverbeds below below Market Street
The mountains surrounding
Mark the boundaries only mentally
Never set free
You know where I'll be
There's a time a place
When and where they'll bury me
Our hands only shake when we cross state lines
I've made hundreds of mistakes
And peace with dying in my sleep
That's just right with me
While the kids back home will leap
To the riverbeds below below Market Street
Mark the boundaries you're not meant to leave
I'll stay far away
But to keep my place
I want to write our names on Culm Bank's face
I've made hundreds of mistakes
And peace with dying in my sleep
That's just right with me
While the kids back home will leap
To the riverbeds below below Market Street
Mark the boundaries only mentally
Never set free
You know where I'll be
There's a time a place
When and where they'll bury me
I've made hundreds of mistakes
And peace with dying in my sleep
That's just right with me
While the kids back home will leap
To the riverbeds below below Market Street
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The mountains surrounding mark the boundaries you're not meant to leave I'll stay far away but to keep my place I want to write our names on a culm bank's face
Our hands only shake when we cross state lines I've made hundreds of mistakes and peace with dying in my sleep but that's what's right for me While the kids back home will leap to the riverbeds below Market Street
The mountains surrounding haunt the boundaries only mentally Never set free You know where I'll be There's a time a place when and where they'll bury me
Our hands only shake when we cross state lines I've made hundreds of mistakes and peace with dying in my sleep but that's what's right for me While the kids back home will leap to the riverbeds below Market Street
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