Misc Originals – Bergen Johnson - Squirrel Hell (Guitar)

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It's hard to go back home and feel like you're all alone. When all your friends are dead or gone away.

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With your uncle who used to sing, now can only pick at strings. It's tough to find a seat to sit and cry.

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But squirrel hell is populated by the dogs that we called ladies and I wonder if they ever think of us at all.

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Eatin' that sanfransican treat wishing that you had some meat and trying to decide where you'd like to die.

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With your grandmother who can't grow old, or that's just what you've been told is always there to talk about

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the past.

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But come hell or high water, it's all just cannon fodder. And the break down of a girl you used to love.

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But I hope squirrel hell is overrun by dogs all just having fun, happy they saved up and bought the farm.

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Living far from the rain and the mountains, and doing your laundry out of restroom fountains. This california

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livin' ain't all bad.

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Crashing bikes cause of your best friends and an endless summer that always ends. It feels like playing pool

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all by yourself.

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Well squirrel hell I'm coming soon, by the glare of a headlight or by a full moon. I hope to see you there in

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due time.

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So look out squirrels here they come, fur and tails everyone, I hope it was worth it to give the devil 

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his due.