Death Trip To Tulsa

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Mark Lanegan - Rock

Death Trip To Tulsa

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[Chorus 1] High, way up in the sun Waiting for you, doctor Are you gonna come? My, my, my, rolling in the sound Think about you, baby Are you gonna drown? [Bridge 1] Went up to the station, found a horror scene Fell into the strangest lonely, lonely dream [Verse 1] The Lord made me a poor man The Lord made me a thief A thousand miles of midnight To shine beyond belief It's my last trip to the corner Now how am I gonna breathe? A child upon this wasteland The teeth of the disease [Bridge 2] Went out on location, found a horror scene Fell into the strangest lonely, lonely dream [Chorus 2] High, way up in the air I look for you, baby But you ain't never there Death trip to Tulsa You know I might suffer some Waiting for you, doctor Are you gonna come? [Bridge 3] Went down to the nation, found a horror scene Fell into the strangest lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely dream [Outro] High Way up in the sun Way up in the sun Way up in the sun Way up in the sun

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  • Mark Lanegan