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The devils been riding on my back
He fixed my flaws and filled my cracks
Now my flaws are golden lines of fleece
And my eyes no longer strain

The devil has got me in his tracks
He set me up for feeling fat
He reaped my soul then he took my shoes
Sat at my stool in my favorite saloon
Sat at my stool in my favorite saloon

I can't differentiate anymore
I'm more him than I ever was me lord
Identity is arbitrary and incomplete
Sunrise and I'm still up drinking
High tide and I'm out in it sinking
Lies disguised as the knock of the door
As the knock of the door

The devil had took his face from me
I met myself yesterday for free
He charged me a dime for every line he spoke
Yeah twisted my lungs and blew them up with smoke
Twisted up my lungs and blew them up with smoke

I can't differentiate anymore
I'm more him than I ever was me lord
Identity is arbitrary and incomplete
Sunrise and I'm still up drinking
High tide and I'm out in it sinking
Lies disguised as the knock of the door
Lies disguised as the knock of the door
As the knock of the door
As the knock of the door

The story I've been dreaming of
Is one to read to myself and my love
To remind myself that I once was me
And not just a floating head above the sea
And not just a floating head above the sea

I can't differentiate anymore
I'm more him than I ever was me lord
Identity is arbitrary and incomplete
Sunrise and I'm still up drinking
High tide and I'm out in it sinking
Lies disguised as the knock of the door
Lies disguised as the knock of the door

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from They Finally Cracked Me, released March 2, 2018

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Hunter Root Lancaster, Pennsylvania

Solo artist/musician from Lancaster, PA. The genre is a blend of acoustic rock, folk, and grunge with a 60's psychedelic and surf rock flair.

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