Andrew Bird - Something Biblical
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Take your apples from the earth
And your fingerlings from the air
If you cried when you were born
Cause it ain't fair
You got nothing, nothing to wear
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And there's a drink that we're all needing
I need to weep but we have tried
And though the clouds will keep on seeding
Still the county remains dry

The county remains dry
The county remains dry
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I see your coat, that it needs sewing
And these seeds will sow the cornsilk rise
But in your absence nothing's growing
And still the county remains dry
The county remains dry
The county remains dry
The county remains dry
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Still we keep on dreaming
That fifty year flood
Of oceans of plasma
And rivers of blood
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Take your apples from the earth
And your fingerlings from the air
If you cried when you were born
Cause it ain't fair
You got nothing, nothing to wear
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