Dead things roll
The years take their toll
These dead things roll
Roll
They roll
Soothe your injured hand
Soothe
Soothe your hand
Understand, the youth get their full
Soothe
Broken in two
Old girls call, those years took their toll
Buried things roll
Roll
They roll
Roll
They roll
She's out playing by the farmhouse,
The young get their thrill,
The wind slams through the yard now
The wind slams through the yard now
Soothe your injured hand
Soothe
Soothe your hand
Understand, the youth get their full
Soothe
Broken in two
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