Richard Buckner
Grace I'd Said I'd Known
Grace I'd said I'd knownBut I guess nothing stayed insideSwallowed by your traded roadTossing in all of the fated triesI've weakened in the rumbleBut I just keep on blastingBurned down to the flueThe holes we made were eyesNever shown and almost foundYou finally lanced the trouble downBut which of us goes under? The drive? Or the dragline?
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