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you hold a gun to my heart

with your lips like shattered glass spilling whiskey
and your eyes like shattered glass shining in the street light
I've been dancing with the devil so long christ you think you would miss me
Oh but I ain't going down all alone unless you think you can whip me

I'm lifeless as a leafless limb hanging off of a dead tree
but my nerves are all screaming angels, could kill a scarecrow

I can't see a way out of it this time give all of yourself up to me

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from Your Ad Here, released November 3, 2014

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Brandon Whyde Indianapolis, Indiana

I was born underground. Raised straight from the dirt. When my mother held me in her arms I got mud all over her shirt. My father sang better than Elvis. I am an organizational noise-maker.

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