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John Prine - Bruised Orange Lyrics

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  • My heart's in the ice house come hill or come valley
  • Like a long ago sunday when i walked through the alley
  • On a cold winter's morning to a church house
  • Just to shovel some snow.
  • I heard sirens on the train track howl ***** gettin' *****r,
  • An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter
  • Just from walking with his back turned
  • To the train that was coming so slow.
  • You can gaze out the window get mad and get madder,
  • Throw your hands in the air, say "what does it matter?"
  • But it don't do no good to get angry,
  • So help me i know
  • For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter.
  • You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
  • Wrapped up in a trap of your very own
  • Chain of sorrow.
  • I been brought down to zero, pulled out and put back there.
  • I sat on a park bench, kissed the girl with the black hair
  • And my head shouted down to my heart
  • "you better look out below!"
  • Hey, it ain't such a long drop don't stammer don't stutter
  • From the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter
  • And you carry those bruises to remind you wherever you go.

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