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Pour on the rum on the wound |
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and send kisses through a postcard |
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the winter has come |
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straight to the bones |
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while you're still rubbing your eyes |
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let the wax dry on the pulps |
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prayers are becoming courses |
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salt-away heart/cuttlebone knife |
| [01:04.58] |
Nobody loves as I love you tonight! |
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Far away from here |
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where the sky is getting clear |
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the blueberries float |
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in the outdoor washtubs |
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and my hampered fingers |
| [01:22.63] |
as a compass without a needle |
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it will never end |
| [01:29.02] |
looking for your hands |
| [01:56.38] |
far-from-here-so-far-away |
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far-from-you-far-far-away |
| [02:11.15] |
over the foam of the waves |
| [02:14.26] |
the tail of the whale |
| [02:16.55] |
over and over |
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and more far away! |
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