Spirit Of The West
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I found your shopping list upon the kitchen table
It read milk, tea and oranges
It read bullets for the pistol
Between the ashtray flowtray
And your lucky No. 7's
DO I take this with a grain of salt
Tequila and a lemon?

You think I'm breaking. Am I breaking? Breaking up inside
Worrying myself sick over what your note implies

I found your fond farewell upon the kitchen table
It read milk, tea and oranges. It said bullets for the pistol
All you left me was your shadow
It was lost and lying there
Looking somewhat slighted crumpled in my favorite chair

You think I'm breaking. Am I breaking? Breaking up inside
Worrying myself sick over what your note implies
How my heart does bleed. Dry my weeping eyes
Good-bye, goodluck, good-bye

I burnt your offering
And swept it out the window and
It floated past the second floor
Towards the busy people

Who walking for a breath of air
Were breathing you instead
As you gently drifted down to touch thier simple heads

You think I'm breaking. Am I breaking? Breaking up inside
Worrying myself sick over what your note implies
How my heart does bleed. Dry my weeping eyes
Good-bye, goodluck, good-bye

I found your shopping list upon the kitchen table
It read milk, tea and oranges. It read bullets for the pistol...


Mirror lyrics:

It read milk, tea and oranges. It read bullets for the pistol...
I found your shopping list upon the kitchen table

Good-bye, goodluck, good-bye
How my heart does bleed. Dry my weeping eyes
Worrying myself sick over what your note implies
You think I'm breaking. Am I breaking? Breaking up inside

As you gently drifted down to touch thier simple heads
Were breathing you instead
Who walking for a breath of air

Towards the busy people
It floated past the second floor
And swept it out the window and
I burnt your offering

Good-bye, goodluck, good-bye
How my heart does bleed. Dry my weeping eyes
Worrying myself sick over what your note implies
You think I'm breaking. Am I breaking? Breaking up inside

Looking somewhat slighted crumpled in my favorite chair
It was lost and lying there
All you left me was your shadow
It read milk, tea and oranges. It said bullets for the pistol
I found your fond farewell upon the kitchen table

Worrying myself sick over what your note implies
You think I'm breaking. Am I breaking? Breaking up inside

Tequila and a lemon?
DO I take this with a grain of salt
And your lucky No. 7's
Between the ashtray flowtray
It read bullets for the pistol
It read milk, tea and oranges
I found your shopping list upon the kitchen table


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