Album: Second Hand Clothing
Closed the factory
Burned my house down
Now I'm knee deep in this travesty
Trying to find my way out of town
Packing what's left of me
Watching the cars drive by
Words leave before they come
All that's left is ly-dee-dye
Ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye
Ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye
Ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye
Ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye
Strangers keep bugging me
They swear they're just here to help
While they rummage through what is left
Keeping it for themselves
Ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye
Ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye
Ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye
Ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye
How long is one man's dream
When short is the road
That measures the distance between
Where it starts and where it goes
Ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye
Ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye
Ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye
Ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye
Ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye
Ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye
Ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye
Ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye, ly-dee-dye
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