| Time to make arrangements
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| Flood the valley with the call insane
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| Something the clouds cast
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| And all around the great refrain
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| Didn’t you talk about the big walk?
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| Well, wide as a landscape
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| Torn as a rag there
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| You uncovered a doubt
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| Time to make arrangements
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| Send the pallbearers a memory
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| All the wood a-rotting
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| And all the fish run out to sea
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| Call us a mirror, the last ones at the county fair
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| Me in the middle, all reticent and English and air
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| Well, I know
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| Thre where th kestrel hangs
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| You mouthed beware
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| Turning from the rainstorm
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| While all around the great refrain
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| Some barred secret
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| A family in their picture frame
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| Didn’t you crawl out the ground?
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| Well, thrashing and screaming
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| Now you walk so graceful
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| And the moon bows down
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| Well, hello
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| Now you walk so graceful
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| And the moon bows down
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| Well, hello
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| Time to make arrangements
|
| Flood the valley with the call insane
|
| Something the clouds cast
|
| And all around the great refrain
|
| Didn’t you talk about the big walk?
|
| Well, wide as a landscape
|
| Torn as a rag there
|
| You uncovered a doubt
|
| There where the kestrel hangs
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| There’s no easy way out
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| There where the kestrel hangs
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| There’s no easy way out
|
| Well, I know
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| Time to make arrangements
|
| Send the pallbearers a memory
|
| All the wood a-rotting
|
| And all the fish run out to sea
|
| Call us a mirror, the last ones at the county fair
|
| Me in the middle, all reticent and English and air
|
| Well, I know
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| There where the kestrel hangs
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| You mouthed beware
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| There where the kestrel hangs
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| You mouthed beware |