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(Lanegan) |
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He wrote a name |
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With the needle gun |
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In black and blue |
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Your eyes are stone she said |
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Beautiful and dead |
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And I wish you well |
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I took a turn on this carousel |
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How long ago now, I never can tell |
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I never stopped to wonder |
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Maybe a morning, maybe, a thousand years |
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I only walk high wires |
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Attend a needing |
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The magnolia's dying |
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Long coarse and primitive |
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I wish love, lord |
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I wish love could live, forever |
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What I once saw burning bright as hell, now here comes that weird chill |
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I don't stop to wonder |
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Threaded a name |
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Through the needle's eye |
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As a frame |
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Tied the ends and stitched it up |
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And hung my head down and wept |
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But I wish you well |
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Who'll pray for the killer's sake |
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I used to be so wide awake |
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Like certain mornings |
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That last a thousand hours |
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Long coarse and primitive |
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I wish love, lord |
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I wish love could live forever |
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I'm burning bright at hell, here comes that weird chill |
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But I wish you well |
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Your eyes are stone she said, truly beautiful and dead |
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I wish you well |
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I want to ride on this carousel |
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But, I never really stopped to wonder |
