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Matthew Good
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Days Come Down
They buried me In a suit made of old lighters And magazines
Mostly pages of Mother Jones And The Nation Better Living, bits of patience Which you'll need
Drove away in the Valiant My old man that he gave me Slant six, busted tail light Ivory Green
When the days come down And we're laid right out Catch you catching me When the days come down
I was interred In a church without no ceiling With a bear who was out eating Watching from the trees Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
And as I stood upon the waters Their silhouettes, my daughter Waving back at me
Well sometimes I get it What it is I came for Like the screaming of your first born Sounds like singing
When the days come down And we're laid right out Catch you catching me When the days come down
When they catch you catching me, oh When they catch you catching me Gonna catch you catching me, oh Gonna catch you catching me Gonna catch you catching me, oh
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