J. Tillman
Vacilando Territory
On that five day driveThrough the pain and the mourningAll our plans were sitting on the skyLike throwing fire outside the windowBreaking bulls over our railroad'Til we couldn't hit the kill zone if we triedThe golden desert floorIs holding up to heavenThe space it will be tending for a whileThe way you spoke about the unknownShook my twenty-five year old bonesMake unsure I was someone's only sonYou're my, you're my brotherYou're my, you're my brotherYou're my, you're my brotherYou're my, you're my brotherNot completely positive that the line: "Breaking bulls over our railroad" is exactly that. I tried and tried listening, straining, but I couldn't be sure.
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