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By Tim Buckley, Ain't it peculiar now
How our loves goes on and on
Ain't
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By Tim Buckley, Well I was born a blue melody
A little song my
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By Tim Buckley, Just like a buzzin' fly
I come into your life
Now I
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By Tim Buckley, The singer cries for people's lies
He will sing for the
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By Tim Buckley, You caught me staring so gently
You tease me and turn
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By Tim Buckley, Sometimes I think about Saturday's child
And all about the times
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By Tim Buckley, Down in the street
There's a gunshot warnin'
Here comes that blue
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By Tim Buckley, I never swallowed that cheap booze
I keep my distance from
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By Tim Buckley, The antique people are down in the dungeons
Run by machines
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By Tim Buckley, Yes I come around
Never know a little sooner
Casts a spell
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By Tim Buckley, Ah, it's a happy time inside my mind
When a melody
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By Tim Buckley, Well I wish I was your sweet little honey man
Just
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By Tim Buckley, Summer princess, midnight maiden
When I first saw you I just
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By Tim Buckley, O I never asked to be your mountain
I never asked
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By Tim Buckley, It happens every time.
Give my love,
She leaves me behind.
It happens
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By Tim Buckley, O whither has my lady wandered?
I'll search until I know
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By Tim Buckley, Let the sun sing in your smile
Let the wind hold
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By Tim Buckley, And those diesel rigs
Aw they're ramblin' by
Now if I go
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By Tim Buckley, You take the train from Yuma,
Down to Mexicali,
And by the
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By Tim Buckley, I lit my purest candle close to my
Window, hoping it
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By Tim Buckley, I went down to the meat rack tavern
And found myself
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By Tim Buckley, Photographs of guns and flame
Scarlet skull and distant game
Bayonet
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By Tim Buckley, If a fiddler played you a song, my love
And if
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By Tim Buckley, Your sweet love is like a quicksand,
A pullin' me under,
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By Tim Buckley, I couldn't buy you with a hundred cattle
But you hike
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By Tim Buckley, In my heart is where I long for you
In my
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By Tim Buckley, You've got the untortured mind of a woman
Who has answered
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By Tim Buckley, On the floating, shipless oceans
I did all my best to
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By Tim Buckley, Just like the sun chase the moon around,
Just like the
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By Tim Buckley, Just for you with your open hands
Waiting for the touch