southern gothic

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All of my heroes were housewives Smoke a cigarette and pour me some wine Pop me a pill and I'll start to unwind
My momma always did say those bradford pears, Smelled like the dead, Somethin’ ‘bout a southern curse.   Ain’t nothin’ lonelier bein’ inside these pine walls,
I saw you coming a mile away, Wasn't sure what you'd want or what you'd say, But I'm certain you're a strange one for sure. For this town is one of quiet, We aren't ones for business or lyin',
A ghost’s outside the train depot— The one that is a rest’raunt now. A mangled man in overalls, Who waves a lantern light about. He wanders ’cross the railroad tracks, To save you from the coming train—
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