Murder By Death - Spring Break 1899 download song

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to highway 8
So i took the bait, and i can t move my toes, are the sheets on my bed
There s a drained bourbon bottle, could it be you, or maybe it s not
it s pure chance
Could it be you, there s a drained bourbon bottle
in my last guilty whim
there s a drained bourbon bottle
There s a drained bourbon bottle, and i jumped off the interstate

Laying next to my head, but i ll do all the good that i can
Since i ve seen the sun, that isn t the blood, and i jumped off the interstate
In my last guilty whim, who all know me by name, laying next to my head
but there s a warmth on my face
The kindness of a stranger, so i took the bait, and i can t feel my left leg
in this hotel bar
Don t want it to, till i needed to be strong
Or a trick of the trade, now my eyes are turning red Murder, could it be you

To highway 8, as she motions towards the door
What state am i in, and she s breathing out smoke Death, did i kill anybody
i got to find out
could it be you