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I don't want you coming round to see me
Go back into town i wanna think
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I don't wanna talk about tomorrow
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I'm tired of your god fearing soul

The rain is always leaking through the window
Noones always knocking on the door
Never had a name they called me trouble
And i don't wanna live here anymore

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Throw me in an old pine box
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And nail that lid on top

Prepare in the sins of our fathers
My daddy was an evil evil man
I'm proud to say i never really knew him
But i can feel his aweful prescence in my skin

Whos that crouching in the corner
Why sir are you hanging from that tree
Whats that thing scratching beneath the floorboards
This town it just don't feel the same to me

Throw me in an old pine box
And nail that lid on top

Brother i've never not been lost
The apples on the tree have turned to rot
And all around i feel the lords eyes watching
If you think i'm gonna whimper well i'm not

Whatcha gonna do come sunday morning
When everything you see has turned to dust
I just don't believe the s**t you're preaching
Forgive me holy preacher if you must

Throw me in an old pine box
And nail that lid on top

I can't afford to pay for heat this winter
Ice is crawling up and down the walls
If anyone should ever stop to wonder
Just tell em noone lives here anymore

And throw me in an old pine box
And nail that lid on top

Yeah throw me in an old pine box
And nail that lid on top