Lay my bones in a shallow grave,
where no one goes, nobody knows my name.
And let the earth drink back my body as it filters out the rain.
Lay my bones by the riverside,
and place no stones to mark the place I died.
Just leave a cheap bottle of something to help me to the other side.
‘Cause there’s not a thing that I can do
because I’m stuck between the devil and you,
and I want to know who’s gonna steal my soul.
I can’t go and I can’t stay
because neither of you are going away.
Oh, won’t somebody say who’s gonna steal my soul.
So lay my bones where your roses grow,
and if I can’t go home then at least I’ll know
that I’ll always be by your side and I’ll always be beautiful.
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