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By Chris Whitley, There's a dirt floor underneath here To receive us when changes
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By Chris Whitley, Summer is lost now The frost is closing in To the cold
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By Chris Whitley, Living with the Law
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By Chris Whitley, As the party closes I ain't got a clue Red and yellow
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By Chris Whitley, To Joy (Revolution of the Innocents) Lyrics by Chris Whitley I made
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By Chris Whitley, The ground gives as you go With all them secrets that
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By Chris Whitley, Breaking rocks all day on the avenue its hard to unearth
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By Chris Whitley, Businessmen like babes, lay sleeping on the lawn Cops are standing
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By Chris Whitley, Sheets of golden velvet rain Lubricate my naked steel again Let the
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By Chris Whitley, Everybody knows I can tell how you fill your clothes I can
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By Chris Whitley, Well, I knew you'd return to the other side Well, the
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By Chris Whitley, Automatic love is all I want End of the day Automatic love
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By Chris Whitley, Now when this is over, over and through When all them
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By Chris Whitley, Out on a range in a season too soon No electric
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By Chris Whitley, I ain't got no pride in my pants I ain't got
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By Chris Whitley, I look out your bedroom window Clear blue sky I look out
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By Chris Whitley, Well, when I got your letter, I could not contain The
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By Chris Whitley, Walk it with the father Talk it with the son Baby got
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By Chris Whitley, From one island to another Winds shifting, currents cover The navigations, these
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By Chris Whitley, Tell me, why you wanna drive my gasket down? Tell me
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By Chris Whitley, You never notice child And I just pretend again About the power
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By Chris Whitley, Slow neurosis Lay awaiting the cousin to come Got my mouth all
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By Chris Whitley, Everything is silent Night upon the rocks I'm over by the roadhouse With
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By Chris Whitley, Bring me your favors, mummy Bring me them with a scar Bring
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By Chris Whitley, Here she comes catching on fire again Casting all restraints to
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By Chris Whitley, Every evening I follow my master Down to my prayin' ground No
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By Chris Whitley, There's nothing wrong with staying inside There's nothing wrong staying home
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By Chris Whitley, Well, I see now she can't spell no love with
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By Chris Whitley, My love don't know from nothing My love from out of
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By Chris Whitley, God my heart is ready now God my heart is ready
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