LYRIC

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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

CHORUS
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

CHORUS

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

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