Harlan

Dreams out in the wilderness
Where the mountains are tall
Selling atole out a shopping cart
On Columbus Boulevard
I don't want to see you
In a way you don't want to be seen
Because I know it's hard enough just to be

Christmas Philadelphia
That's alright
Take your boots off, baby
Let 'em dry

Cozy in the morning
You've got death in your tattoos
But I see them in the way that you do
You've got cherubs
You've got Satan
And a Harlan cat saloon
And all those things to lose

Christmas Philadelphia
That's alright
Take your boots off, baby
Let em dry

Hold my heart
Because the morning is dark as the night
Hold my heart
Because the morning is dark as the night



Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Clark
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