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recurring speck of dust
01:38
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nothing worth leavin'
nothing worth bleeding for
nothing worth seekin'
nothing worth striving toward
but i hold you in the highest regard
you got your white gloves on
you probably wouldn't hold me at all
you got your white gloves on
a recurring speck of dust
you got your white gloves on
from eyelashes to tabletops
the clorox wipes that you toss
i'll come back, and back again
a recurring speck of dust
i've been a bad friend
the worst kind of kid
the worst kind of kid i coulda been
but i hold you in the highest regard
you got your white gloves on
you probably wouldn't hold me at all
you got your white gloves on
a recurring speck of dust
you got your white gloves on
i've been a bad friend
the worst kind of kid
the worst kind of kid i coulda been
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2. |
don't want you to call
01:32
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don't want you to call
though there's comfort in your voice
it's only white noise
you feel less like a paycheck
more like a bill
you just keep on taking
but you're never filled
you just keep on praying
but you can't be healed
you feel less like a paycheck
more like a bill
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3. |
i'll be seeing you
01:14
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gonna get myself in trouble
gonna rile up the devil
pay my dues
and if all goes well
then i'll be seeing you
won't ask to be a rock star
have no inclination towards
the blues
but if all goes well
then i'll be seeing you
this mortal life
i vowed to you dear
but my eternal soul
is the hangman's gold
i hear those hoofs a'clackin'
the hangman pulls up
with his noose
and if all goes well
then i'll be seeing you
'cuz i'll have the time
to scour hell
and i'm sure i'll find
my darlin' jezebel
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4. |
one minute life story
01:23
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headin' down to alabama
doesn't matter where she get's hammered
as long as she gets hammered
sold me some'a tickets to the rodeo
told my little boy some dirty jokes
doesn't matter where she get's hammered
as long as she gets hammered
sold here soul to a travelin' band
sad to say she didn't get much back
spent five years with a deadbeat man
safe to say he felt the wrath of her hand
doesn't matter where she gets hammered
as long as she gets hammered
sold me some'a tickets to the rodeo
told my little boy some dirty jokes
sold me some'a tickets to the rodeo
told my little boy some dirty jokes
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5. |
the truth
00:50
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my heart is awfully heavy
my soul is awfully dead
my head is awfully off
and i could use some rest
i've given up my bible
its been some years ago
but i must admit i miss
the holy ghost
i tried and tried and tried again
but it was of no use
i'll just sit here smoking my dope
looking like a fool
yes, i tried and tried and tried again
but it was of no use
so i'll just sit here smoking dope
thinking about the truth
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Njaim California
njaim is
robert louis henry
robert louis henry is
a publisher, writer, and
musician
njaim is
a no-goals recording project
robert louis henry
has no goals and couldn't care
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