Let me tell a little story
A tale about the wolf
Blame me for the wings that won't grow
Blame me for
The farmhouse is burning down and you laugh
The wolves in
So I sat and I waited, patiently for the years
I heard my voice singing “tides be still”
I’m quitting this
Life’s like a riverboat sailing out to nowhere
After all my
Got a six string across my back - well I’m
Pick it up, you ain’t my kind
The wind is burning
There are men, begging to be free
Stranded there, against the
My lover, you took me down to the valley
Where are
It was 1881 when my grandfather died,
And to this day
Lord, I’ve been waiting for you by the side of
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