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Slate - Uncle Tupelo
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Slate Uncle Tupelo

Slate - Uncle Tupelo
A worn out joke to keep the flies away
Carried it this far
Got the west side winds to keep it steady
Bury the hatchets we find

Could carry that heavy load
If I really thought it would matter
Farcical hair appears
As a blind side, clean the slate

Working in the halls of shame
Lay it down in full view
Lay it down

What the Hell were we thinking
Before the fire burned out?
I can't find you now
And I didn't know you then

Loneliness drinks the bitters
Til the cold winds warm again
It's a feel for the game
Mouth open wide, screams and hollers

Working in the halls of shame
Lay it down in full view
Lay it down
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