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SISEMORE lyrics : "Weeds"

You don't know the half of it,
you didn't stick around that long.
Maybe move up to Nashville,

make a singer of yourself,
try that if I stay gone too long..
Take another cigarette,

surely it won't kill you while your young.
Find youself some happiness,
before looking down the barrell of that gun...good God.

Out in the weeds,
out in the weeds.

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