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| 3:53 | 
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| 2. |
| 2:33 | 
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She says "wake up, it's no use pretending" I'll keep stealing, breathing her. Birds are leaving over autumn's ending One of us will die inside these arms Eyes wide open, naked as we came One will spread our ashes 'round the yard She says "If I leave before you, darling Don't you waste me in the ground" I lay smiling like our sleeping children One of us will die inside these arms Eyes wide open, naked as we came One will spread our ashes round the yard |
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| 3. |
| 5:44 |
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| 4. |
| 3:20 |
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Be this sunset soon forgotten
Your brothers left here shaved and crazy We've learned to hide our bottles in the well And what's worth keeping, sun still sinking Down and down Once again Down and down Gone again Be this sunset one for keeping This june bug street sings low and lovely Those band-aid children Chased your dog away She runs, returning, sun still sinking Down and down Once again Down and down Gone again |
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| 5. |
| 2:22 |
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| 6. |
| 3:40 |
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| 7. |
| 1:56 |
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| 8. |
| 3:28 |
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| 9. |
| 4:35 |
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| 10. |
| 4:16 |
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Some days her shape in the doorway Will speak to me a bird's wing on the window Sometimes I' ll hear her when she's sleeping Her fever dream a language on her face I want your flowers like babies want God's love Or maybe as sure as tomorrow will come Some days, like rain on the doorstep She' ll cover me with grace in all she offers Sometimes I'd like just to ask her What honest words she can't afford to say, like I want your flowers like babies want God's love Or maybe as sure as tomorrow will come |
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| 11. |
| 5:00 |
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| 12. |
| 4:01 |
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There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made And she`s chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass Springtime calls her children `till she let`s them go at last And she`s chosen where to be, though she`s lost her wedding ring Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds There are things we can`t recall, blind as night that finds us all Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls But my hands remember hers, rolling `round the shaded ferns Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I`d never learned There are names across the sea, only now I do believe Sometimes, with the windows closed, she`ll sit and think of me But she`ll mend his tattered clothes and they`ll kiss as if they know A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone |
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| 4:16 |
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Black dog bit through the keeper's chain
Small and angry when the Devil came Sold my soul like a pocket knife There was no moon, there'll be no milk as sweet Tomcat curled on a rabbit cage Brittle fingers in the potter's clay Sold my soul and I laid her down There was no moon, there'll be no milk as sweet Blue bird laughs on a fallen tree Sunset burns on a quiet sea Sold my soul and they ran me down There was no moon, there'll be no milk as sweet |
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| 14. |
| 5:31 |
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Midnight, and her eyes
Hide like kittens, new and wet Mine are sinning hands On her lying on my bed The river still may rise Wild and water take us both Mine are sinning hands Take our bodies, take our clothes Bloodless moonlight, may my lady Give her lovely skin and bones Midnight, and my bride Treads in distant water now Mine are sinning hands And my teeth have fallen out The river still may rise Though it took more than it gave Mine are sinning hands On a broken windowpane Bloodless moonlight, like my lady Gave me only skin and bones |
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