| Got to leave this house, go swiftly out
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| I’ve been lying around till noon
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| Till the fear comes on
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| That I might have fallen
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| Honey, I think of you.
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| The winter’s calling loudly now
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| I believe it’ll be here soon
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| And it won’t be kind,
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| It’ll rule me with shadows
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| Turning my gold to blue.
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| Go away, go away you poison loves
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| For you I have no use
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| I can sleep alone
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| Many a night I’ve gone
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| Never to think of you.
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| Well, the leaves have fallen
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| The season’s passed
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| I’ll go west, or someplace new
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| Where the lights are low
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| So the stars can glow
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| Brighter than the blues.
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| Stay on My Shore
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| Stay on my shore
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| And don’t desert me
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| And if you go
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| The wind will blow you back to me
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| And if your boat is broken out on the rocks
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| It wasn’t anger, but a longing.
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| We feed the birds
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| Syrup and seed
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| So they stay near,
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| So we can see
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| Flashing red and blue amid the green
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| When the fruit has long since rotten.
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| Rolled in the needles and wrecked our skin
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| Gave it all to be empty
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| Wrapped in leaves wet and clinging
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| In wreathes so holy
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| You split the cord,
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| The cedar and holly
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| And lie indoors
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| Let the smoke do the cleaning
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| And sweeten our skin with the salt and the stone
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| Lace the pages of our story.
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| Over and Even
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| We sight the mornings softly
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| Take to them easy
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| The scent of the wood and coffee
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| Our cup is filling.
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| Outside the river flows
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| Its course unfolding
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| A strength it never knows
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| A sweet outpouring.
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| The scents that bloom the hours,
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| I write you daily
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| I speak of friends and brothers
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| and sisters waiting
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| To sew your winter coat
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| To keep you warm and dry
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| The size of you to hold
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| Tender knots are tied
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| And over and over,
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| and over and even
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| How can the stars design it
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| To pull and move us?
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| We crave their waning light,
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| An ancient.
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| And draped in candlelight
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| We did outshine it
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| I miss your scent and sight
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| How can I write this?
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| And over and over,
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| and over and even
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| Not Over By Half
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| You’ve torn your shirt
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| You’ve outgrown this town
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| Your friends are all scattered and you’re lonesome
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| But you’re still searching for music in the sounds
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| It’s a tame world would leave you unbroken.
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| Oh lady, oh Mother, bring your garden to me
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| Pull it around my body so the world cannot see
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| The blue of my veins and the tracks on my cheeks
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| But leave the tulips for when I go under.
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| But it’s not over by half
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| There’s a gold in your eyes blooming out through the black
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| and you’re still standing, your hand on the map
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| No it’s not over, not over by half
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| When that day comes and the lights go dim
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| The weight off your shoulders, the sun off your skin
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| And the ones who have known you,
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| Your lovers and friends,
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| Will be marked by the spark that was taken.
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| Here on the mountain I’m thinking of you
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| The birds are all singing, screaming of youth
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| And here I am holding, keeping a room
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| Just a place you can lay when you’re older.
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| Ariadne’s Gone
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| Lay down beside me
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| I want you to touch me
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| I know we’re not friendly that way.
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| I walk the sands
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| Where your temple still stands
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| Now you’ve gone where you wanted to go.
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| I’m looking for signs of her
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| Left from your time with her
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| Proof that you’ve needed a woman.
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| Here on the land where she promised to stay
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| At your command, 'cause you want it that way
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| And she’s plastic.
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| Love changes hands
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| He wears stars on his skin
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| And he’s tall as your columns of marble
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| He says come take my hand now
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| I want you to stand now
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| For some things are greater than fiction.
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| I’ll write my poems and letters for this
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| Pulled from the air are the words that you give
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| If you’re willing.
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| Here give your hand to me
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| Come near and be with me
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| Friend, won’t you stay here a while?
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| Friend, won’t you stay here a while?
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| No More Shelter
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| Pull up the horses
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| And carry me back behind the lines
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| Back to the water,
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| Back with the gardens and the vines
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| Where two hands of ashen gold
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| Chase down my fever
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| and wash me with soap
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| When half of us were losing
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| And half of us were wrong,
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| A rose you planted.
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| Leather and rope,
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| Fire inside the rock
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| The heavens open
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| I am like a child on the spot
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| Asking god why’d you come?
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| Was it all for some glory,
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| Was it all for a song?
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| And my eyes are still searching |
| For a light in the fog
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| A sweetheart to sing for me
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| I was thrown from the center
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| Where I once so bravely spun
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| I was pulled through the colors
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| Through the colors did I run
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| And my eyes were wide and gleaming,
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| Though wind-whipped by the storm
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| There is no more shelter for the broken
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| I hear they still track me now
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| Dogs try to sniff out my home
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| I’ll write you in the scars
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| Laid in trails by the jets headed home
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| How you mold me and move me still
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| I’m calling on your memory here alone in my cell
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| A time when you fed me, a time I was filled
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| But one of us must keep from crying.
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| Easy Now
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| Easy now,
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| It’s almost over
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| The fever will run out
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| Now the nights are colder
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| Who will lift your face to see how the stars
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| Shine brighter when you’re lonely?
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| The rains came down
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| Ran across the river
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| Sweet the sound
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| And the scent familiar
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| You pulled the clothes from the line and came in
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| You were needed at my side.
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| In the open my heart beats loudly
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| We’re not broken, no we just are free again
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| Again
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| Easy now,
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| It’s almost over
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| To the friends who stuck around
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| Go and hold them closer
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| The ones that watched you wander out on the rocks
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| When the light of day was fading.
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| In the open our hearts beat loudly
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| We’re not broken no we just are free again
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| Again
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| Lure and Line
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| Lure and line
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| Lure and line
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| Loom of white
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| Hooks and winds
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| Pulled down now from the ether
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| Laid before our open eyes
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| Lure and line
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| Lure and line
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| Lure and line
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| Lure and line
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| Jenny come in
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| Heat of the city, a breeze cross his forehead
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| His hand on the windowsill rests
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| Waiting to hear it, her feet on the porch steps
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| Jenny come in, he says under his breath.
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| He says that two can make more than two
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| He says that two can push out the ghosts
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| He says I’m haunted by somebody lonely
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| I hear the voice at night when you’re gone
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| Saying
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| You know what I’d do if I were you?
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| Break down the door and go after her running
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| And when she returns the things that she’s borrowed
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| Coming to see what was made and what broke
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| Guilty, his eyes unraveled
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| The thread at her hem and the pearls at her throat.
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| Under the swaying, the floorboards are creaking
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| There’s sweat down his new cotton clothes
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| While a song in the next room is playing
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| A voice from the radio calls
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| Saying,
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| You know what I’d do if I were you?
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| Break down the door and go after her running
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| You know what I’d do if I were you?
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| Set fire to the cords that bind you in longing
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| Jenny come in, there’s food on the table
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| And though it is small, a bed that is clean
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| Music for playing and hands that are able
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| To hold a woman who’s warm but mean.
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| Wine and Honey
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| Wine and honey
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| There’ll be no more Sundays to confess and pray.
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| O rake, o wanderer
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| Did silence awaken a hunger in you?
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| When all the world was breaking
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| You sat there just humming something you made.
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| When like it or not, I am already home
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| I like when it rains but I’m unfriendly
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| And like it or not this whole world is full and hungry.
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| Light my room
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| My words with fuel laid kindly for me
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| Grown from the vines
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| That watched us in silence, suffering
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| For wine and honey,
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| The sight of the stars buzzing.
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| My Only Trouble
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| Once we stretched out so fair
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| My hand here, your mouth there
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| As the fog stepped around us
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| There was hay in your hair.
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| And the salt of our skin
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| Brined the clay there within
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| It was mine that would harden
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| And then cease to bend.
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| When my only trouble
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| When my only trouble
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| When my only trouble
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| Is you.
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| Now I stand at the wood
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| Where the wind bends the pines
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| And the place where you loved me
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| Wears the mark of our spines.
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| But when spring still shows
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| Brings the tulip and the rose
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| Well, then no one will pity
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| A girl in the throes.
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| When my only trouble…
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| Now I won’t scorn the god
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| Who had thickened the fog,
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| He’s the one that brings the thunder
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| When that’s all I’ve got.
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| When my only trouble…
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| Subtle Love
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| Lost in memories that in your bed you found
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| Grass lay bent in warmth you gathered around
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| Your every dream the oceans heave
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| Unto the shore, they form and feed.
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| It’s a subtle kind of love,
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| Its a simple kind of glory
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| By paved edge I saw you standing down
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| In the purple light the flag there on the ground |
| To be rocked and cradled by failed hands
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| Wounds where flesh is torn and mends.
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| It’s a subtle kind of love,
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| Its a simple kind of glory
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| The day has scattered the light across you mouth
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| Keep your words but lend me your warmth a while
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| Then here I’ll leave you here I’ll go
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| And no one follows so no one knows.
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| It’s a subtle kind of love,
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| Its a simple kind of glory
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| It’s a mother’s wet tongue,
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| It’s a melody outpouring |