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Welcome to INDIE FOLK CORNER Music on world off ♪ Become a fan of J.B. Boone : ♪ Lyrics : In a place where no one cares enough to die Too busy questioning myself, to ask them why And its hard, to whisper on the telephone When the atmosphere is glass, and the undertow And your bootleg faith is frozen to the floor Do you ever question the things that keep you sitting down Oh lighten up, I'm just pointing it out But if my bones start to show through the permafrost I'll be walking home Home, Home(bones, they start to show, I’ll be walkin home) Home, Home(If my bones, they start to show I’ll be walkin home) Permafrost, let me up, its been a damn long year Oh, I'm sick of all these rules I've left unbroken I've been grinding my teeth to get to mornin' Now they're bustin' down that doo
