The She The Breeders
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Ripped off
You smoked the Bible
Rolled it up
Your last breath
Hot on my back
You get started
Try to get somewhere
You move so slow
You're not even here
Dear traveller
Dear traveller
It's my death
My rhythm
My arithmetic
I got used to
Nobody ridin' in the back
Sorrow blowin' through the vents
I'm over Houston
You're over the night we met
Over the night we met
Dear traveller
Dear traveller
You smoked the Bible
Rolled it up
Your last breath
Hot on my back
You get started
Try to get somewhere
You move so slow
You're not even here
Dear traveller
Dear traveller
It's my death
My rhythm
My arithmetic
I got used to
Nobody ridin' in the back
Sorrow blowin' through the vents
I'm over Houston
You're over the night we met
Over the night we met
Dear traveller
Dear traveller
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