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Lay down your weary tune, lay down |
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Lay down the song you strum |
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And rest yourself beneath the strength of strings |
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No voice can hope to hum |
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Struck by the sounds before the sun |
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I knew the night had gone |
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The morning breeze like a bugle blew |
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Against the drums of dawn |
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Lay down your weary tune, lay down |
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Lay down the song you strum |
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And rest yourself beneath the strength of strings |
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No voice can hope to hum |
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The ocean wild like an organ played |
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The seaweed wove and strands |
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The crashin' waves like cymbals clashed |
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Against the rocks and sands |
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Lay down your weary tune, lay down |
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Lay down the song you strum |
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And rest yourself beneath the strength of strings |
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No voice can hope to hum |
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The last of leaves fell from the trees |
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And clung to a new love's breast |
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The branches bare like a banjo monk |
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To the winds that listened the best |
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Lay down your weary tune, lay down |
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Lay down the song you strum |
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And rest yourself beneath the strength of strings |
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No voice can hope to hum |
