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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Lynne Hanson
Lynne Hanson
Künstler:in
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Lynne Hanson
Lynne Hanson
Songwriter:in

Lyrics

It's a quarter to five
I ain't slept in days
Got blood in my eyes
And both fists raised
I'm soaked in lonely
I reach for your hand
Cold sheets in the darkness
Grab nothing but sand
I hear that train calling
Crave her lonesome whine
Dirt rising around me
Bury me
One grain at a time
Rain won't stop falling
Sound drives me insane
I flail like a rag doll
Trapped in your hurricane
Shake my foundation
Split my oak tree in two
No rhyme there's no reason
I still want you
I hear that train calling
Crave her lonesome whine
Dirt rising around me
Bury me
One grain at a time
Took a Hennessey fifth
To lessen the sting
Dove right to the bottom
Now I don't feel a thing
One foot on the grass
One foot on the track
Been waiting all night
For the day to come back
I hear that train calling
Crave her lonesome whine
Dirt rising around me
Bury me
One grain at a time
Written by: Hanson, Lynne
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