My Morning Jacket. The Tennessee Fire. They Ran. Zeneszám

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Somebody stole my lighter, and where it go'd is higher.
I was another boy, down in another town, armed with casino bars, tight
whores and tinseltown, but I stayed, oooo, oh but I stayed.
She had a cigarette and asked if I had a light, out it came, and I gave it
to her, and off into the night..... his arms were thin, and off into the
night, they ran, oooo they ran, oooo they ran