I'm on the dark side of a hollow hill
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The sun comes up, babe, but it's hard to get my fill
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Your blues are rapping and it fits my mood
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I'm through with Bibles and I'm through with food
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Somebody's calling, trying to track me down
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And if I don't answer, I'd hang around
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As side-passed lovers lost in the dark
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I look for high ground for to build an ark
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I can't remember when I felt so free
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Maybe September, the year you believed in me
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In 1900 and 99
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When I found the angels a-drinking wine
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Seems every castle is made of sand
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The great destroyer sleeps in every man
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Here comes my baby, here comes my man
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With the silver dagger in his hand
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Ooooh
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With that silver dagger in his hand
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Silver Dagger
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| Gillian Welch |
