There's a hiss from the highway
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Snakes her hips into everybody's ears
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Don't think i've heard silence for years
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And i could have sworn i saw you
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Walking down the cobbled stones
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Beneath the leaning trees yesterday
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I know you sailed away some time ago
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But we come here to listen to you comfort us
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With your lullaby
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Underneath the drinking tree
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We sail away with our friends
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The cemetery is alive tonight
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The disappeared the gruesome and the strays
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We are invisible ink
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As beautiful as you now
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There's a sound in your voice
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There's a place in your everlasting words
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Yet i don't have a clear belief
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Yet i could have sworn i heard you sing to me
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From my headphones deep into my head like pill
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We listen closely
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The Drinking Tree
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| Ben Christophers |
