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She buried me in powder in the rain
She buried me in sapphire, wicked pain
after she carried me away to a place I had ashamed
after she put out my lit cigarette on her boot

A woman makes a boy out of a man
When he thought he knew just how he’d play his hand
Who’s barking orders at the rook,
make him pay for time he took
after she back stacked every king that’s what she do

And you, heirloom,
had your room painted blue
and you showed me how the crow flies from your heart
And I don’t mind
I’ll do what I’ll do
But I won’t cry when I leave this town

She buried me in progress on the range
She bulls-eyed from the hip as if she’d aimed
After she heard of my complaint
About a place where I felt safe
And how it changes, with the energy I knew

This world has made a boy out of a man
Oh I thought I knew but I don’t understand
Who breaks the ranks to which I took,
makes the rules I overlook?
Just when I thought I knew a thought of something true

And you, heirloom,
had your room painted blue
and you showed me how the crow flies from your heart
And I don’t mind,
I’ll do what I’ll do
but I won’t cry when I leave this town

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