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Strung Out - Exumation of Virginia Madison lyrics
No one knows where I buried my sweet Virgina Madison The winter chill falls over me And keeps me numb inside Under the moon by the edge of town She'll quietly wait for me I promised it wouldn't be too long Till I returned to sleep with her She said she don't wanna live no more Well I don't mind No I don't mind So now I'm waitin' for the crack of dawn To head on back there To the place where me and her will always be Now I got my Sunday vest And I'm headed out that door Dig my fingers deep in soil just to get to her All dressed in black and she's so pale She's waiting there for me A blanket of soil covers us To fall asleep in eternity And now I close my eyes When I awake with a snap it was all a dream I gotta empty bottle of something under me I gotta really bad headache My clothes are soaking wet At times like this I wish I hadn't slept Star locked gaze, uneasy hands Then the dream fades away And leaves my head Another riddle another dream Another fucked up fantasy Gotta learn to stay away from all this tv She said she would always wait for me Well i don't mind No i don't mind So now i'm headin' to the place where i Burried my sweet virginia madison |
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