Chris Kril

Writing a letter
Thinking what say
Who should I send it too?
I don't know
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Fallin hard on the floor
Get the boys because it's ready to poor
I don't care what god you love
As long as you don't smoke that crazy stuff
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The mysteries that were kept from us
The secrets that were lies
Never really entertained me
Until I almost died
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Erase my thought
Clear my brain
Swim with joy, with no pain
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There's a lady downtown in gold
And she's waiting for you to pick her up
She's counting her dollar bills
Asking herself, "what am I doing"
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The day my father die
He held his bible by his bed side
The life he prayed would never go
Has gone and left him with no under toe
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The evening wind of the past
Brings forth the shadows of the last
The night's black sky
The moon's blue eyes
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Jumping for the telephone line
Momma says my babies gone
Went to the bar with some other guy
Would not be surprised if she ends up on his bed side
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