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She lifts her skirt up to her knees
walks through the garden rows
with her bare feet laughing.

I never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters.

I walk on down the hill
through grass grown tall
and brown and still
it's hard somehow
to let go of my pain.

On past the busted back 
of that old and rusted Cadillac
that sinks into this field 
collecting rain.

Will I always feel this way?
So empty,
so estranged?

And of these cut throat busted sunsets
these cold and damp white mornings
I have grown weary.

If through my cracked and dusty 
dime store lips,
I spoke these words out loud 
would no one hear me?

Lay your blouse across the chair
let fall the flowers from your hair and kiss me
with that country mouth so plain.

Outside the rain is tapping
on the leaves to me it sounds like
they're applauding us,
the quiet love we've made.

Will I always feel this way?
So empty,
so estranged?

Well I looked my demons in the eyes,
lay bare my chest said do your best to destroy me.

See I've been to hell and back
so many times I must admit
you kinda bore me.

There's a lot of things that can kill a man,
there's a lot of ways to die.
Yes, and some already did
and walk beside me.

There's a lot of things I don't understand,
why so many people lie
it's the hurt I hide that fuels
the fire inside me.

Will I always feel this way?
So empty,
so estranged?

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Lyrics by Ray LaMontagne