(Benson/Falkner)
This is only temporary
These songs are my worst habits
My looks and my skin and my temper
In this town, this place I call my home
Well it's me just purely
And I promise I'll get back on track
I'll get better so I can come home
My looks and my skin and in my head
In this town, this place I call my home
Well it's me just purely
And this cancer, it ain't terminal
And this fetish for lovely creatures
These songs are my bad luck
This town, this place I call my home
Well it's me just purely
And all my crazy superstitions
About living in the past
This is my second and last gasp
Well it's me just purely
Oh and things are gonna turn around
I can feel it right to my bones
I will come home
This town, this place i call my home
Me just purely
She was crooked and limp
And her eyes half shut
And her dirty mouth was open
Just a little
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