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Nashville, Tennessee

I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra. I got stuff running 'round my head that I just can't live down. I got a little lost along the way. I work down at the car wash, where all it ever does is rain. I get up in the evening and I ain't got nothing to say. I don't give a damn for just the in betweens. I walk with angels that have no place. I believe in the promised land.