.I cut my teeth on the stone of a teenage romance
I was the salt of the earth, I was hard
The last of the independents
And in the breath from my chest I was blowing kerosene
My lips and fingertips were stone, I wore my heart on my jeans
I sang the blues like the dogs left to.
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