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Hard to get the blood out


​You left me walking down the road
Closed the door – made me go
Couldn’t stand what I’d become, convinced all remedies in vain

God knows I never got it right
An empty bar, an un-shared pint
Maybe I was waiting on a jukebox memorandum from the king

‘Cuz I can go days without a breath
Holding out for what might be left
But the dead man will always manage to outdo me in that game
It’s hard to get the blood out
It’s hard to get the blood out


But the waiting is just another way of hiding
Till you’ve been flushed out by the beating of your heart


And each day brings it all around again
I feel the clay under my skin
And smell my father’s breath in the air of my own lungs

When I say: “Just try it once my way”
When I say: “You’re throwing it all away”
When I say: “Obviously, the world don’t work that way”

And so I go days without a breath
Holding out for what might be left
But the dead man will always manage to outdo me in that game
It’s hard to get the blood out
It’s hard to get the blood out
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  • Songs
    • Fish and Chips on Saturday
    • Whalebone
    • Gallon of Dreams
    • Fulton's Pond
    • I've been all around the world
    • Hard to get the blood out
    • Verrouillez les bras, et chantez!
    • La Santísima Trinidad
    • That's the way it is, cuz that's the way it is
    • Cherryville
    • Sphere of influence
    • Sailing On
    • Concorde
    • Going On
    • Happiest of all
    • Morning After
  • Contact