| Dead badger in the back sheep field, I
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| Know it’s coming when the rain don’t feel right
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| Little sister, all I want is just to steer right
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| Can we go collecting in the good night?
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| As I live and breathe, you won’t believe
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| Who I saw just the other week
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| Stayed for a night and then kept moving
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| I fed her just as much as I could, fed her like a backseat man gone good
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| She asked me if I could look after her accordion
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| Dead badger in the back sheep field, I
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| Know it’s coming when the rain don’t feel right
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| Little sister, all I want is just to steer right
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| Can we go collecting in the good night?
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| She got picked up by a tour bus late one night
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| She was sleeping by her dog in the neon light
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| In the middle of nowhere, she said «Let me off here»
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| I’ll bury that badger, but I won’t bury him deep
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| Just in case he starts to breathe
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| I’ll wrap him in a dish towel to keep his body warm
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| Dead badger in the back sheep field, I
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| Know it’s coming when the rain don’t feel right
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| Little sister, all I want is just to steer right
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| Can we go collecting in the good night?
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| All I love
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| All I love
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| All I love is on the rise
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| And if it has to rain all day
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| Maybe we all could slip away
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| And go to where badgers breathe
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| And you find some company
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| All I love
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| All I love
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| All I love is on the rise |