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By Hawksley Workman, Gather at the church
Say a quiet prayer
Hold each other's hands
Praying
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By Hawksley Workman, You can tell by the wind
By fresh cut wood
All stacked
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By Hawksley Workman, (you are every bit a soldier
i won't forget you too
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By Hawksley Workman, claire fontaine
who are you
i like the paper you make
we were
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By Hawksley Workman, You're where all the poets go
You're where all the ashes
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By Hawksley Workman, What jesus can't fix tonight
The whiskey certainly might.
I must have
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By Hawksley Workman, Goodbye to radio,
goodbye to the things that we know.
And calculate
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By Hawksley Workman, Ice age
Don't cry baby
'Cause we'll ride it where it goes
And
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By Hawksley Workman, No muscle man, no candy cane
No pack of sexy starving
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By Hawksley Workman, It's been fun, destroying our bodies
It's been great, just being
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By Hawksley Workman, you bought a gun
cause you thought I wouldn't listen
to your
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By Hawksley Workman, if god takes you he leaves
a huge footprint of love
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By Hawksley Workman, The brake lights
Are really quite lovely
Thousands of souls
All stopping together
On
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By Hawksley Workman, Rain, rain
Falling is the only thing you ever do
You're
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By Hawksley Workman, You slept through the last small town
I'll wake you up
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By Hawksley Workman, Smoke Baby
By Hawksley Workman
In your underclothes
You went out
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By Hawksley Workman, Stop joking around for one minute
I'd rather cry right now
And
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By Hawksley Workman, Come over here
Whisper into my ear
Don't waste your breath
On anyone
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By Hawksley Workman, Well
We kiss alone
In a parked car
At least I think so
There's
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By Hawksley Workman, fuck you
You're drunk and acting tough
I know you're sad
You're not
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By Hawksley Workman, I never cried so much
You've been taking me apart
You gonna
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By Hawksley Workman, what could i tell you
that wouldn't just scare you
what could
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By Hawksley Workman, I wish the telephone had not been invented
Because I keep
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By Hawksley Workman, I walked through the airport alone
I looked at my phone
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By Hawksley Workman, You me, you me and the weather
You me, you me
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By Hawksley Workman, look at those buggers who are looting the crash site
taking
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By Hawksley Workman, Oh
A sedge or siege of cranes
Risk their hearts to love
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By Hawksley Workman, Ah, people get addicted, it's a problem around here
And I'm
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By Hawksley Workman, All the trees are hers
And the bees
And the furs
Not exactly
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By Hawksley Workman, Baby this night, this night's for us
And baby, oh this