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By Grant Lee Buffalo, Daisies in the chain
Woven in your hair that falls into
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, I could lay down on green swedish moss
Wherever my bed
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, I hear you america snoring
I hear you america snoring
Did ya
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, I put an APB on you tonight, searchlights citywide
I flash
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, You call me from your armchair with no will to
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, Maybe the rain's holding off
Surely it knows we're down here
Walking
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, There was a light blue as a welder's torch
It used
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, Soon we'll count the rings inside all one by one
Wondering
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, Lord almighty I feel my temperature rising
Higher and higher must
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, Well it may be hard to swallow
It may come as
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, A storm it was blowin' in
Twister was about to spin
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, Whittled me down 'til I was kindling for the fire
'cause
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, Music of a southern day and the nectar of brass
Spilling
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, Wind sure kicked up in the last hour or so
Just
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, Hey, I'm a gentleman
But I can take it 'bout as
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, I'm in tight with a demon called deception
It's alright he's
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, It was muggy july around supper time
When I pulled into
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, Shoot that cannonball into my wings
Shoot that cannonball into my
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, Here is the one here is the one here is
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, Swarm 'round the hive sweet honey bee
Swarm to and fro
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, Now the troubadours are outside the court
With their gramophones and
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, All the sailors with their seasick mamas
Hear the sirens on
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, Bring me home to this house of many days
Just lay
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, A simple tale of rich to rags
But one that often
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, [a phrase - spoken]
If I was the lone ranger
Hiding behind
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, (b-sides & outtakes from mighty joe moon 1994)
They had a
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, Nevermind me 'cause I've been dead
Out of my body been
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, Faithless on the skids hung out to dry oh seen
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, It's the luck of the draw
How you wound up with
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By Grant Lee Buffalo, Gift of the sage chaparral
Born of this bone-dry heat
In summer