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When you mend the patches of my clothin' |
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You know every thread goes through my heart |
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Guessin' that the river's gonna dry up |
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Well, I said that's not the reason why we bard |
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Lookin' 'round the corner where |
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I left you |
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Wonderin' whatever led me there |
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Knowin' that a quiet, unconscious feeling could be bought to drown a memory anywhere |
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She said, "I don't want your medicine and I don't need the sparrow in my artWhen I'm covered by the thunder I get rid of all your breath deep in my lungssplitting in the wind apartAnd when I touch the ceiling on a spring dayWishin' it could heed up every crowSo that they could lift me by my shouldersTake me from this frozen lake and let you knowJust that I want to be your medicine I want to feed the sparrow in your artWhen I'm covered by the thunder I'll get rid of all the breath deep in our lungsSplitting the wind apartHell I'm still standing 'round the corner where I left youDiggin' up a quite sufficient trackNever know when you're behind that angle with a tranquilizer gun in your sweet padOh I want to be your medicine I want to feed the sparrow in your artWhen we're covered by the thunder we'd become just one and feel the lightning shardSplayed the wind apart |
