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Cant you feel it in the air
The rumbling in the sky
That cockeyed boy
Is playing danger with a knife,
All the lights are coming on
The train rolls on by
And thats how it happens here
In the blink of an eye.
The tattoo on his arm
Says he loves her to death
But that doesnt matter now
Because she already up and left,
He bought a new pair of shoes
And walked out into the sky
And thats how it happens here
In the blink of an eye.
He bought a handle of whiskey
And a pack of cigarettes
He drove out to the country
Trying to find her silohuette,
Things could worse he says
But things could be better
I aint got nothing left he says
And he drove down to the levy,
And the night is fading
The suns coming into sight
And thats how it happens here
In the blink of an eye.
Blaine McCanless
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