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You'll recall from the sagas |
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I hope Grettir's last stand at Drangey |
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|
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How his grip on the sword |
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made his enemies cut off his hand |
| [00:24.26] |
If he'd fled here instead, |
| [00:27.38] |
and had tasted this terrible coffee |
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Or read these letters you sent he'd surrender, |
| [00:41.32] |
and lay the blade down |
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. |
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And it's Halloween |
| [00:53.63] |
Skinny ghosts dress like cowboys |
| [00:57.38] |
and rest at the railing by my door |
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On their way from the children's ward |
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. |
| [01:20.41] |
Bev Monroe and his Pembina Valley |
| [01:25.72] |
boys play at the party |
| [01:32.10] |
And I practice my English on nurses, |
| [01:36.79] |
"Oh, that's a nice name." |
| [01:43.98] |
And they may ask for mine, |
| [01:46.85] |
but the burns on my back from the x-rays |
| [01:55.22] |
Say I shouldn't show anyone anything ever again |
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. |
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In another year |
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I'll be buried or shivering here. |
| [02:19.29] |
Coughing at the grey spittoon |
| [02:28.29] |
Painted orange by the harvest moon |
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. |
| [03:03.68] |
Pack up mother's clothes |
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Drive her down to the new Betel Home |
| [03:15.36] |
Sell the boat to Arnison |
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And then go stand up straight |
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In the place you're longing for |
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And don't write to me anymore |
