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what a life i lead in the summer
what a life i lead in the spring
what a life i lead in the winded breeze
what a life i lead in the spring
what a life i lead when the sun breaks free
as a giant torn from the clouds
what a life indeed when that ancient seed
is a berry watered and plowed
what a life
what a life
what a life
what a life
what a life i lead in the summer
what a life i lead in the spring
what a life i lead in the winded breeze
what a life i lead in the spring
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Crown of leaves, high in the window on a gold morning
Young today, old as a railroad tomorrow
Days are just drops in the river to be lost always
Only you
Years ago, birds of a feather would arrive nightly
Gone you know, held to another like clutched ivy
On the shore, speak to the ocean and receive silence
Only you
Here as the caves of my memory fade, I'll hold to the first one
I wouldn't turn to another you say, on the long night we've made
Let it go
Speak to me slow my dear, no ghost of course in here, pleased to be lonesome quiet and clear, all is alone in here.
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Go with your two feet bare
Down through the cold lane there, to Brighton.
A country house, a liar and a louse live there.
Go with your arms held wide.
Happiness in your eyes, come and sit.
And stay the night. Turn out of the light you see.
And lay them down buried in the ground for me.
Whoa my love, Whoa my love,
Whoa my love, Whoa my love,
Whoa...
Tongues in a creatures way.
Drawn to the fragile legs, you walk on.
A cold wind blows right into the coast for me.
The cold wind blows right into the coast for me.
Whoa my love, Oh my love,
Whoa my love, Oh my love,
Whoa my love, Oh my love,
Whoa my love, Oh my love,
Oh...
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The door slammed loud and rose up the cloud of dust
On us
Footsteps follow down to the hollow sound
Torn up
And you would go to Mykonos
With a vision of a gentle coast
And a sun to maybe dissipate
Shadows of the mess you made
Powdered animals in the snow tipped pines
I find
Hatching from the seed of your thin mind
All night
And you would go to Mykonos
With a vision of a gentle coast
And a sun to maybe dissipate
Shadows of the mess you made
Brother you don't need to turn me away
I was waiting down at the ancient gate
You go
Wherever you go today
You go today
I remember how it took you down
As the winter turned the meadow brown
You go
Wherever you go today
You go today
When out walking brother don't you forget
It ain't often that you'll ever find a friend
You go
Wherever you go today
You go today
[x8]
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You left me there
Waiting at the bottom of the stairs
with my eyes closed
Holding my right hand in my left
there is no time for
hesitation now
you come or go
or go
rust suddenly falling beside me on a ghost of a morning
riding in sorrow to the harbor
Far behind oh me the bodies of my friends hanging alone alone again
Some twisted thorn tells me you saw me in the night with another keep all my promises to break them I am no oh no, Innocent son. you run rabbit run
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