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It's a burnt note |
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Sticking to my coat |
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It's a strange world |
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You're trying to control |
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It's a harsh scorn |
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The sun lays on my arms |
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It's a dark hat |
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That's lower when I mourn |
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In your boots |
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You walk, one foot upon the tide |
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Under the moon |
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That talks Spanish to your strides |
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As I lay her down |
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Like a quilt upon your bed |
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When it all is lost |
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You'll understand this |
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It's a rattlesnake love |
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That got the best |
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It's a rattlesnake love |
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In my chest |
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And L.A. |
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Will put me in my grave |
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And they'll dance atop |
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I'll hear it all beneath |
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And a voice will clear |
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And the trumpet and the strings |
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And a wave will rear, and pull her out to sea |
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Before I lay her down |
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Like a quilt upon your bed |
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When it all is lost |
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You'll understand this |
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It's a rattlesnake love |
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That got the best |
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It's a rattlesnake love |
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In my chest |
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And we whisper |
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Timber as we fall |
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And the cars go off course |
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In my head, again |
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As I lay her down |
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Like a quilt upon your bed |
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When it all is lost |
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You'll understand this |
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It's a rattlesnake love |
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That got the best |
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It's a rattlesnake love |
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In my chest |
