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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Boot print on my front door
Red clay on my floor
You left your mess like a calling card
Took my time
Then stole my car
Empty can on the countertop
Ashtray talk that never stops
Every lie had the same old drawl
Every promise just alcohol
[Chorus]
Gonna burn it off
All the smoke
All the talk
All the dead-end plans
Gonna shake you off
Like dust from a jacket
Like oil from my hands
You can keep that pain you brought
I’m done buying what you sold
Gonna burn it off
‘Til the fire runs cold
[Verse 2]
Your picture’s in the truck bed
Face down
Gettin’ sunburnt red
All those nights that I lost sleep
Hell
I’ll let the vultures eat
Got a map with a thousand roads
New strings
Same heavy load
But I’m light when I hit that turn
In the rearview
Watch you burn
[Chorus]
Gonna burn it off
All the smoke
All the talk
All the dead-end plans
Gonna shake you off
Like dust from a jacket
Like oil from my hands
You can keep that pain you brought
I’m done buying what you sold
Gonna burn it off
‘Til the fire runs cold
[Bridge]
You were thunder
I was shelter
Now I’m stepping
Out from under (yeah)
Let the black sky
Split wide open
Hear my name in
Every broken echo
[Chorus]
Gonna burn it off
All the smoke
All the talk
All the dead-end plans
Gonna shake you off
Like dust from a jacket
Like oil from my hands
You can keep that pain you brought
I’m done buying what you sold
Gonna burn it off
Gonna burn it off
‘Til the fire runs cold
Details
GeneratedMay 17, 2026
Duration3:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark, sweeping Czech symphonic poem for full orchestra; low strings and contrabasses carve a brooding current while bass
Credits
Prompt by
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