Echoes down water wells
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Picked up in sacred spirograph
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Weekend and winter's unendable bendable baby
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They buried him next to his first wife
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His widow watched from under a visor
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Daughter tried to keep her out of the sun that was blazing
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Oh, oh
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Then the sun went down
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And she went to sleep
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She lays her burden down
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She don't need to sleep
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When they were done they went back home
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To a house he built with opposable thumbs
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When they were so much younger
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Oh, oh
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Five years later she died in her house
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All the breath that blows all the dust around
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It just keeps on sifting
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Oh, oh
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Then the sun went down
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And she went to sleep
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She lays her burden down
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She don't need to sleep, oh no
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Echoes down water wells
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Picked up in sacred spirograph
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Weekend and winter's unendable bendable baby
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Spirograph
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| Andrew Bird |
