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Mark Lanegan Whiskey For The Holy Ghost

no further Won't calm my violent river Oh guardian of peace Let the beggar walk in the winter Look for me baby Look for me baby Look for me baby Look for

over the carnival Just scratchin' a stitch in a skin I'm moanin' for more of the medicine In the mornin' you're wonderin' where ya been Just turnin' your back to the ghost

standin' in the sun Waitin' for some warmth and comin' down Felt much older than I really was Waitin' for some warmth and comin' down Felt much older standin' in the sun' Waitin' for

dreams That's the way it'll always be Better close the door That's the way it'll alway be Better close the door Some fools forever don't ask for much

Jesus Christ been here and gone What a painful price to pay He's left his life in a thunderstorm Tears cold dark eyes upon Swing pendulum, swing low

Sunrise Forgot to cover up my eyes Sunrise Should've covered up my eyes Beauty wasted on me Winds are shakin' my tree With a woman too good, to believe

a five star decoration day Look my hands are stained I was washin' 'em the water Well the water fell away I'll tell you how I woke up on the line Sorry for