Yeah, well, I got a stick and a bottle of rye
Give me the chance, I’ll be there by your side
Oh It’s a long cold country with nobody home
If you want to face it you can face it alone or with me
But if you don’t watch me closely I'll flee to the woods
Leave a gap in your heart where a boy once stood
Yeah, cut it off but still it grows
Back in all the places you don’t want it show the most
Well if you keep having trouble, baby call up the priest
Oh, take a communion, pack your bags head East
Yeah, find some land, build a home
If you wanna face it you can face it alone or with me
And I forgot her
The moment that I saw her
Scream and shout and wake the silent mountains
It’s perfect at large, perfect at large
Perfect at large with nothing to do
When no one at all, no one at all
No one at all is searching for you
You know it’s perfect at large, perfect at large
Perfect at large with nothing to do
No one at all, no one at all
No one at all is searching for you
Aaaaaah, oooooh
Ah ah ah, aaaah
Aaah, ah
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