Songtexte
Somber
the
drums
The
folks
from
out
of
town
look
on
Unfeeling
all
alone
stuff
your
pockets
full
of
stones
for
no
one
to
see
Somber
the
drums
The
folks
from
out
of
town
look
on
Oh
really
Burned
our
homes
Made
vapor
from
a
garden
stone
for
no
one
Somber
the
drums
The
folks
from
out
of
town
look
on
They're
ready
caught
alone
pick
and
throw
your
hardest
stone
at
someone,
at
me
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