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I met a man with a lumber yard tan and the sun was to his back but he was open like a bottle cap and I told him I was twenty six and he looked at me like a crucifix, like I was hangin' from my arms then the wind took me away and I wish I told him I wish I'd stayed that there was something â??tween the lines and I can't help but look back, I got time to kill an iron will, but baby I can't back track and each letter I write ends up an offering to the night and as I turned away I could feel his eyes cover in lies he told through his own teeth and when I told him I was twenty six you know he looked at me like a crucifix like I was bleeding out my charms and if there ain't know he well then I'll race you there, I'll race you there my suitcase in hand my suitcase in hand Aus Songtexte Mania