Tuning my banjo friend
Light a cigarette, looking at my tattoos
In the end of this lonely night
People already dead
Broken strings, moonshine
Cities that I go in, and never seen in light
Walking forward
I already played this before
People that call me, and need me even more
Vampires in my songs
All these complicated chords
Stars, moons, and candles
All this old ritual
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