I've got a place that you might know well
Kicking the sweepers and the scotch room dwellers
We were hunckered down with the dawn and the brush
Smoke 'em all to the filter to the touch
To the filter to the touch, always smoke 'em down to the filter to the touch

You find your way, heaven's always happy when you find your way
You see so clear, look at the world now that you see so clear

It was raining hard where the metals rusts down on the edge of a border town
Old man Lori used to run the shop, hit his head on an engine block
We came in the morning to see what went down, never saw him again, never saw him around
Never saw him around, always looking out but never saw him around

You find your way, heaven's always happy when you find your way
You see so clear, look at the world now that you see so clear

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