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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeRunny Eggs
I'm not even gonna run with the bullsI'm gonna jump on the motherfucker's back and ride itI might die, heheI'm gonna buy me some a real fast carAnd drive to California where the heartless areFind a diner in the desert, eat some real runny eggsTear down all the photos that are hung in my headAnd I'm gonna book me flight to PamplonaTake a horn to the chest like I'm back in OklahomaFind a lady with some big old Spanish eyesFind out where all my old lovе liesAnd I'm gonna play me a show to ten thousandIn thе middle of the snow in the Colorado mountainsWatch my father and my sister and my friends find peaceI'll sing the wrong damn song in the wrong damn keyBut no matter where I go, I pray to always find homeTravel round and eat those runny eggs aloneIn a diner on the edge of California and NevadaWish I had known the good times back when I had themAnd I'm gonna walk me the streets of West VillageIn the middle of the summer with the evening time stillnessWatch Nate break his ankle after too many roundsAfter tearin' Brooklyn to the goddamn groundAnd I'm gonna talk to God in some churchAfter years, beers, and fears, and too much workTell him I'm sorry for the way that I amAnd using his name before saying "damn"And I'm gonna buy me some a real fast carAnd drive to California where the heartless areHow you thought you was a gentleman back when you was youngMaybe I'll find Jesus when the morning comesMaybe I'll find Jesus when the morning comesMaybe I'll find Jesus when the morning comes
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