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Taylor McCall

Waccamaw Drive

 

Waccamaw Drive

(앨범: Taylor McCall - 2019)


I was running on fumes and never on time
It's half past eleven and I'm losing my mind
Call me up a doctor tell him Waccamaw Drive
Up past the saw mill and the barbed wire

No one could find me, neither could I
It's like sifting through the gold just to hold pyrite
Covered up clues of his bad desires
Then the hands of other people, it was bound to backfire

I need your saving grace to hit my tongue
Like a drop of holy medicine
Won't you hit me with another dose
Addiction's tough but love is close
Call of the search when it's her you find
For this my son, can't be prescribed

I hope you're feeling alright

Off fighting battles from no man's land
But less of a mountain never built a better man
There are those on knees with their toes in the sand
They're the loudest to preach when it's gotten out of hand
So I'll take this money and burn it to the ground
'Cause we both know company makes no sound

I need your saving grace to hit my tongue
Like a drop of holy medicine
Won't you hit me with another dose
Addiction's tough but love is close
Call of the search when it's her you find
For this my son, can't be prescribed

I hope you're feeling alright

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