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Morning's cold and wet from rain sometime in the night.
You and me, we didn't hear it at all.
It must've been too light.
'Cause when the thunder 'round here rumbles, you make no mistake.
Louder than the guns of war, guided by the hands of fate.

The sheets are bare and twisted up, and salty with our sweat.
I'd hoped to find you still around, but you'd already left.
A door was slightly opened up to the frosty air.
I guess you had somewhere to be as long as it was not here.

You're always running, gunning for the top of the heap.
I cannot be bothered, I will go back to my sleep.
I will not be lured by promises you cannot keep.
I will not lay down where wolves wait for the weaker sheep.

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from The Transmigration of Zedidiah Word, released February 26, 2013

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Zedidiah Word Denton, Texas

I make folk music for folks, and rock music for rocks.

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