Friday, December 4, 2009

Winter passing

Some say, death is the easy way and I think they're right.
Cause nights tick by like a long week except when you stop by.
And I know that tryin' gets nothing done and I see you're about dry.
Cause nothing gets you high, you're poor the day you die,
And alcohol it only makes you tired.
But seein' you feels good, and it's always understood
That anything much sweeter would make me die.

Death is the Easy Way by My Morning Jacket

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