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Bon Iver - Calgary |
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Don't you cherish me to sleep |
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Never keep your eyelids clipped |
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Hold me for the pops and clicks |
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I was only for the father's crib |
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Hair, old, long along |
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Your neck onto your shoulder blades |
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Always keep that message taped |
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Cross your breasts you won't erase |
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I was only for your very space |
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Hip, under nothing |
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Propped up by your other one, |
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face 'way from the sun |
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Just have to keep a dialogue |
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Teach our bodies: haunt the cause |
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I was only trying to spell a loss |
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Joy, it's all founded |
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Pincher with the skin inside |
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You pinned me with your black sphere eyes |
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You know that all the rope's untied |
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I was only for to die beside |
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So it's storming on the lake |
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Little waves our bodies break |
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There's a fire going out, |
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But there's really nothing to the south |
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Swollen orange and light let through |
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Your one piece swimmer stuck to you |
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Sold, I'm Ever |
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Open ears and open eyes |
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Wake up to your starboard bride |
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Who goes in and then stays inside |
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Oh the demons come, they can subside |
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