| Ponderosa pine
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| Makes me pine and ponder, wonder and opine
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| About the time
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| About the purple Black Hills
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| South Dakota thunder blues
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| While I’m heavily grounded in my Fluevog shoes
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| So I sing these blues
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| Thoroughly soaked with some reddish hues
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| It’s music for the living
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| Words for the dead
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| and it’s quarter note triplets for the tears that our parents bled
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| I discovered art, when I saw your face
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| An abundance of lovingly crafted words
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| From your heart with wings
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| And your mouth that sings
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| And the fear that you hide and what that fear brings
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| From California, to istanbul
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| And those silver little thoughts, that sound so cool
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| Near your ear can your hear
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| This long transmission from my busted short wave radio gear
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| You have got a heart with wings
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| You have got a soul that sings
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| Ancient battles, killed the land
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| They made Sitting Bull sit, but he stood like a man
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| And his blood flows in the smoke that I smoke
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| When Black Elk speaks, they were words I spoke
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| You have got, a heart with wings
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| You have got, a soul that sings
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| That thursday, I clipped my hunter’s gun,
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| And I watched its silver bullets melt in the sun
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| Like the wax from the fake angel’s wings
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| You’re the one yeah you’re the real thing
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| You have got, a heart with wings You have got, a soul that sings You have got,
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| a heart with wings You have got, a soul that sings |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Heart With Wings , by - Trocadero. Song from the album Ghosts That Linger, in the genre Саундтреки