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New Madrid

All my daydreams are disastersShe's the one I think I loveRivers burn and then run backwardsFor her, that's enoughThey all come from New York CityAnd they woke me up at dawnShe walked with me to the fountainAnd she held onto my armCome on, do what you didRoll me under New MadridShake my baby and please bring her back'Cause death won't even be stillCaroms over the landfillBuries us all in its broken backThere's a man of convictionAnd although he's getting oldMr. Browning has a predictionAnd we've all been toldSo come on back from New York CityRoll your trucks in at dawnWalk with me to the fountainAnd hold onto my armCome on, do what you didRoll me under New MadridShake my baby and please bring her back'Cause death won't even be stillCaroms over the landfillBuries us all in its broken back