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Columbine
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by Townes Van Zandt
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Tossin' hair a-ravin'
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eyes of flashin' blue
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all the livin' that you're savin'
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won't buy you dreams for you
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Cut yourself a columbine
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tear it from the stem
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now breathe upon the petals fine
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and throw them to the wind
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Watch the petals dancin'
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see them twirl and sing
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all your pride and prancin'
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how much does it mean?
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Watch the petals start to fly
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and then come falling down
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hear the wind begin to cry
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as she sees some touch the ground
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Ah, lady, like the flower fair
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some day you'll have to fall
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and you can find me standin' there
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to catch you if you crawl
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Tossin' hair a-ravin'
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eyes of flashin' blue
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all the livin' that you're savin'
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won't buy you dreams for you
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Columbine
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| Townes Van Zandt |
