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Song Capsized - Andrew Bird. Now when you wake up. Night’s falling, someone is by your side. Pull it together, darling you’re not alone. But when you break up. Sky’s falling no one is on your side
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After the last tear falls. After the last secret's told. After the last bullet tears through flesh and bone. After the last child starves. And the last girl walks the boulevard. After the last ye
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I suppose you could lay me down to die in Illinois. Bury me beneath the rows of corn. Or in-between the maple trees I climbed on as a boy. Where in the Land of Lincoln I was born. . Oh, and I rec
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Hey, Jamie, would you mind. Driving down this road a while. Arizona's waiting on these eyes. Rich is on the radio. And I think we ought to take it slow. Arizona's caught me by surprise. . Hey,
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It's enough to drive a man crazy. It'll break a man's faith. It's enough to make him wonder. If he's been sane. When he's bleating for comfort. From Thy staff and Thy rod. And the heavens' only
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Wake up little Isaac. And rub your tired eyes. Go and kiss your mama. Well be gone a little while. Come and walk beside me. Come and hold your papas hand. I go to make an altar. And to offer up
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This is not another song about the mountains. Except about how hard they are to move. Have you ever stood before them. Like a mustard seed who's waiting for some proof?. . I say faith is a burden
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High Noon. High noon in the valley of the shadow. When the deep of the valley was bright. When the mouth of the tomb. Shouted, "Glory, the Groom is alive". So long, you wages of sin. Go on, don'
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Give us faith to be strong. Father, we are so weak. Our bodies are fragile and weary. As we stagger and stumble to walk where you lead. Give us faith to be strong. . Give us faith to be strong.
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To all the poets I have known. Who saw the beauty in the common place. Saw incarnation in a Baby's face. And in a drop of rain the stars. When there was mud and blood and tears. You sang a song a
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Father Abraham. Do you remember when. You were called to a land. And didn't know the way. . 'Cause we are wandering. In a foreign land. We are children of the. Promise of the faith. . And I
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Lost my luggage out in Kalamazoo --. Same way I tend to lose my conscience, too. Another day in these dirty old blues, and I don't seem to mind. This is a thing that confounds me;. You can find me
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Lost my luggage out in Kalamazoo --. Same way I tend to lose my conscience, too. Another day in these dirty old blues, and I don't seem to mind. This is a thing that confounds me;. You can find me
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High Noon. High noon in the valley of the shadow. When the deep of the valley was bright. When the mouth of the tomb. Shouted, "Glory, the Groom is alive". So long, you wages of sin. Go on, don'
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Give us faith to be strong. Father, we are so weak. Our bodies are fragile and weary. As we stagger and stumble to walk where you lead. Give us faith to be strong. . Give us faith to be strong.
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I was nineteen, you were twenty-one. The year we got engaged. Everyone said we were much too young. But we did it anyway We bought our rings for forty each. From a pawn shop down the road. We sai
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