Yellowed photos
Thirty years of smoke
Counting ones beneath a stone
Mother's missing them
Father's counting ten
Strikes against their vagrant souls
Tempest on about
The day we found it out
Youth defiled, a dirty snout
She won't talk to her or her or her or him
Blood has never ran so thin
Buried with a time capsule in the snow
And everybody's got their nose
In a warm pillow
Very turn of the century
But I only had 15 years in the sun
A knock down drag out
Pillow made of tears
A week away, a month, a year
A ruminating skull
You leave you maybe win
The ones that stayed
Are drunk by 10 or on heroine
Buried with a time capsule in the snow
And everybody's got their nose
In a warm pillow
Very turn of the century
But I only had 15 years in the sun
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Yellowed photos
Thirty years of smoke
Counting ones beneath a stone
Mother's missing them
Father's counting ten
Strikes against their vagrant souls
Tempest on about
The day we found it out
Youth defiled, a dirty snout
She won't talk to her or her or her or him
Blood has never ran so thin
Buried with a time capsule in the snow
And everybody's got their nose
In a warm pillow
Very turn of the century
But I only had 15 years in the sun
A knock down drag out
Pillow made of tears
A week away, a month, a year
A ruminating skull
You leave you maybe win
The ones that stayed
Are drunk by 10 or on heroine
Buried with a time capsule in the snow
And everybody's got their nose
In a warm pillow
Very turn of the century
But I only had 15 years in the sun
Thirty years of smoke
Counting ones beneath a stone
Mother's missing them
Father's counting ten
Strikes against their vagrant souls
Tempest on about
The day we found it out
Youth defiled, a dirty snout
She won't talk to her or her or her or him
Blood has never ran so thin
Buried with a time capsule in the snow
And everybody's got their nose
In a warm pillow
Very turn of the century
But I only had 15 years in the sun
A knock down drag out
Pillow made of tears
A week away, a month, a year
A ruminating skull
You leave you maybe win
The ones that stayed
Are drunk by 10 or on heroine
Buried with a time capsule in the snow
And everybody's got their nose
In a warm pillow
Very turn of the century
But I only had 15 years in the sun
Writer: Thomas Ivey
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid