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She's sat in the cornfield
She's sat in the cornfield
and she said please don't go
I'm not in the cornfield
I'm not in the cornfield
Then I said I hear her go
Clean my hands too much
Oh just treat her like any other
I'm out in the cornfield
I'm out in a cornfield
Near the cats, the goats and the dogs
Near the cats, the goats and the dogs
I'm out in the cornfield
I'm out in the cornfield
She said please don't go
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There's no longer a peace to be slain, 'cept
In that god damn east wind
So out with the swaddling clothes
Changing our face to the sweetest thing
I don't where to begin with you anymore
It's like the life that I'd led's out my door
But it's not the crying I've lacked, with you
I don't wanna leave
The devils that parade and condition are
struck by your hips, they're done
Finished by the hour that's up (they heave)
Kiss your feet and then flee
I don't where to begin with you anymore
It's like the life that I'd led's out my door
But it's not the crying I've lacked, with you
I don't wanna leave//with you
I don't where to begin with you anymore
It's like the life that I'd led's out my door
But it's not the crying I've lacked, with you
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Swum by
03:16
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It's always the same every time you've gone away
Trips on the shore when I don't want them anymore
Full - its been too many days that you've wanted to stay
She lives off the tide when you shouldn't need it anymore
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So Lonely Loving You
04:00
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I could wait a while here with you, Angeline
Although our moment has been traded by you for another
Yes it's true, the evening is darker than we could have known
But there is feeling blue, and there is holding you - if only you'd want me to
But why am I so lonely loving you
I thought that a body's a body that's true
It shouldn't be a burden - my dreams
Or any other chance to be free
There's something amiss in the way you smile, no longer adhere sweet denial
But there is a man in me, that wants you Angeline, if only you'd want him too
So why am I so lonely loving you
I thought that a body's a body that's true
It shouldn't be a burden - my dreams
Or any other chance to be free
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South-bathing Blues
04:42
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Hello piper, I like the way you open nature
Oh let us peel down to the dew for some of those south-bathing blues
For lady siren waves her wand, you've here far too long
My old sheets, with beaten red beneath our feet
Lets us rest our wheezy heads, soon to be hanged
Up above in an apple tree swung by the pools of revelry
Each fall of the fruit is a nod to warn friend
Wavered either side of the water by our fine lady
Who says she lays her to soul; seed and stone doled in the same pew
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To Whisk Upon Your Land
04:14
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How divine; again you mend the creases that wrecked upon this shore - I couldn't smooth them anymore
Is it fortune that mists the love in our eyes?
Or a dream with a fool as loose I?
Oh how you sniffed the earth in days of the old - couldn't win them anymore
Would you lie to me low on the breeze?
But maybe now, maybe now you'll find a way
How divine; you will all the willows to whisk upon your land - couldn't seem to stall
The march of your people or grains of the soul?
Maybe now, maybe then, you'll see the light
Bring me home
Bring me home
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Home, there's cracks upon the walls
Spoils in the halls left for anybody left
Chatter caught in the chimney breast
My friend - the animal - sits at the top
Doing as she does well, enjoying an evening
But how's it so true that time will get the best of you?
Damp - my mood and my room
There is life growing in the window
Funny - ha ha and very strange, how quickly things have changed
Things I will miss a lot
I'll do as she does well, enjoying the evening
But how's it so true? Time will get the best of you
But how's it so true? Time will get the best of you
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Dance and Jest
04:28
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It seems our season has died, embarrassed and harassed
Or now buried in the dirt
Oh you know it still hurt, it's like the hours roll by
Or dance and jest
Watch us fold, watch us fold
There's a nod for the hangman, leeched or bandaged he's on the wall
He sees me and cheats again
Says I've known no finer lie than to be with you
But we must be
Here again, here again
Is that your voice through the doorway? That moves with creaks on the floor
You know I have tried and misunderstood your doubt
Theres no form to my will anymore
It's like we do and then just don't anymore
It's like we do and then we don't anymore
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