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[ti:Brackett, WI] |
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[ar:Bon Iver] |
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[al:Dark Was The Night] |
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An easy swing had it's time shouldered slow bending axe |
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Now it's a photo framed |
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The swing hasn't had it |
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And here we are rebuilding roads |
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Right by roosting towns |
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It's just like the love |
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The one that's never been enough |
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So I'm counting on your fingers |
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Cause you've reattached the twitch |
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And if you (go) want opinion |
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I will die along the ditches |
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And every summer is a hot token |
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To the cold, cold take of lust |
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And every autumn singes |
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With the business of sadness |
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Fred had it wrong, Macy |
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Honey hadn't burned |
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Another curve in the counting |
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Is never served |
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So I'm counting on your fingers |
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Cause you've reattached the twitch |
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And if you (go) want opinion |
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I will die along the ditches |
