With a hole in my soul and my shoe
The queen of my hometown,
she seemed to hang around
A little longer than she needed to
And the city felt like a jail cell
And a liquor store, a reservoir
When that town fell asleep
That's when we hit the streets
And there was no gas left in the
And all our friends would say
Asking forgiveness for our sins
While careers, divorces, and babies
They steal all those bigger
There's still a part of me
that wants to be set free
Before I fall into that routine
That never quit when the hardship came to call
I hear that hometown queen
got caught up in the scene
Let's the man tell her who to be
But she was just too numb to see
That she hides her secrets away and
Keeps the key where it can't be found
like porcelain on the ground
just like porcelain on the ground
Oh -oh -oh -oh, make me an outlaw
Oh -oh -oh -oh, make me a saint
when all the shit came to call
That never quit when all the
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