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Dark Horse - Bowerbirds |
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On the shore of the lake, |
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In the great upstate of New York, |
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Came the call of a loon. |
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Cold, cold, o'er a plume of smoke. |
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He spoke to my center |
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He spoke of the future. |
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He sang, "You, my friend, are alone, alone." |
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We live with the cockroach |
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And we split our cords of oak |
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And keep this wood stove burning |
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While the bitter winds are blowing. |
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We stow our words in the cellar |
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So we never lose hope, |
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And keep this wood fire stoked |
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While the bitter winds blow. |
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Alone on the land, |
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In the love of the dirt again, |
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There's a sharp, jagged winter |
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At the center of my home. |
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Of my blood and bones, |
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That sleets and snows and makes me shiver. |
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But you, my heart, I will never know. |
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We live with the cockroach, |
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And we split our cords of oak. |
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And keep this wood stove burning |
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While the bitter winds are blowing. |
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We stow our words in the cellar |
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So we never lose hope, |
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And keep this wood fire stoked |
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While the bitter winds blow |
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