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I saw you at the police station
And it breaks my heart to say.
Your eyes had wandered off
To something distant cold and grey.
I guess you didn't see it coming,
Someone's gotten used to slumming.
Dreaming of the golden years,
I see you had to change careers.
Far away, but we both know its somewhere.

I saw you on the back page
Of some pre press yesterday.
The drip wood in your eyes
Said nothing short of love for pain.
I know you from another picture,
Someone with the most conviction.
We used to read the funny papers,
Fool around and pull some capers.
Not today, send a message to her.
A message that I'm coming, coming to pursue her.

Down home country
I rest my face on your bed
I've got ten times over
i'll chase you down
Till you're dead

I saw you on a TV station
And it made me want to pray.
An empty shell of loveliness
Now dusted with decay.
What happened to the funny paper?
Smiling was your money maker.
Someone ought to situate her,
Find a way to educate her.
All the way, time to come and find you.
You can't hide from me girl,
So never mind what I do.

Down home country
I rest my face on your bed
I've got ten times over
i'll chase you down
Till you're dead

I saw you in the churchyard
There was no time to exchange.
You were getting married
And it felt so very strange.
I guess I didn't see it coming,
Now I guess it's me who's bumming.
Dreaming of the golden years,
You and I were mixing tears.
Not today, not for me but someone.
I never could get used to,
so now I will refuse to.

Down home country
I rest my face on your bed.
Meet my soul mate country
And I left it all for your head
I got my best foot forward
And I'll chase you down till you're dead.

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