Lyrics The Book of Too Late Changes - Cotton Mather

The Book of Too Late Changes

Hey, did anybody else see
The cast of fools around me
Who never seem to look us in the eye
But magically appear to bum a ride
And if you care to look
I think I can write you a book
I’ll entitle it my «Book of Too Late Changes»
Hey, does anybody here know
The way you get to Wilco
We’re roughly peers
And yet they seem to thrive
Bite that fruit and only taste the rind
For something brave and sweet
Attend to me, girls, as I read
You a passage from my «Book of Too Late Changes»
Hey, does anybody else here need
The true resurrection of the lost and bittersweet
Our
armourette
upon the field is slain
A pulse returns to spark the mortal flame
Awaken from desire
Rise up and go forth to the fire
Where we offer up a «Book of Too Late Changes»
And we offer up the «Book of Too Late Changes»
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(Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh) Too late changes
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(Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh) Too late changes
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(Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh) Too late changes
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