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Been gone more days this year than I have been home
Trading friends for trips to the coast
This hotel room feels more like a tomb

Been gone more days this year than I have been home
Trading friends for trips to the coast
This hotel room feels more like a tomb

It s not gossip if it s the truth
I m sick of always writing songs for you to slit your wrists to

So which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who s in them?
Who s the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?

Hand over my heart, gun to my head
I swear to God I m through with this
I am the worst liar I know

It s not gossip if it s the truth
I m sick of always writing songs for you to slit your wrists to

So which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who s in them?
Who s the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
Which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who s in them?
Who s the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?

(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So which is it?)
(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So which is it?)
(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So which is it?)
(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it?

Who s the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
Which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who s in them?
Who s the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?

(Been gone more days this year than I have been home)
(Been gone more days this year than I have been home)

More love, more power
More of You in my life
More love, more power
More of You in my life.

I will worship You with all of my heart
And I will worship You with all of my mind
And I will worship You with all of my strength
For you are my Lord
You are my Lord.

More...

Slow drag off a cigarette
Slow drag and I m lying in my bed
All the world is sleeping like a baby tonight
I wanna lay you down
In the ground. Alright.

Slow drag and I can t get up now
Slow drag....

I gave you deep red roses
The thorns cut your hand
We are an owl and a mouse´s doomed romance
Now I would like to fondle
But my nails rip your skin
My most tender kiss pricks your lips like pins

Your cries they make no difference
I´ll always love you the same
Now I try to restrain...

Hey people another clown is talking
Yake Yake hay hay
What did the joker say
Excuse me, I don t mean o be rude no
I m a gettin sick of Tricky Dick and the rhetoric
Just read my lip
So help me...

Well let the wild winter wind bellow and blow
I m as warm as a July tomato

ref:
There s peaches on the shelf, potatoes in the bin
Supper ready, everybody come on in
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
Grandma put it all in jars

Well...