(Part 1)
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Mother I can hear your foot fall, now
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Soft disturbance in the dead fall, how
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It proceeds you like a black smoke pall
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Still the wanting comes in waves
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And you delivered me from danger, then
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Tore my cradle from the reedy glen
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Swore save me from the world of men
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Still the wanting comes in waves... in waves... and waves!
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(Ooo!) And the wanting comes in waves
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(Ooo!) And the wanting comes in waves
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(Ooo!) And I want this night!
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And I want this night! Oh!
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(Part 2)
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How I made you, I wrought you, I pulled you
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From moor I labored you, from cancer I cradled you
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and now... this is how I am repaid?
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This is how I am repaid?
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Remember when I found you, the miseries had hounded you
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And I gave you motion, anointed with lotions
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and now... this is how I am repaid?
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This is how I am repaid?
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(Part 3)
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Mother hear this proposition, right
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Grant me freedom to enjoy this night
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I'll return to you at break of light
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For the wanting comes in waves... and waves.... and waves!
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(Ooo!) Still the wanting comes in waves
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(Ooo!) Still the wanting comes in waves
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(Ooo!) Still the wanting comes in waves
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(Ooo!) And you owe me life!
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And you owe me life! Oh!
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(Part 4)
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And if I grant you this favor, to hand you
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Your life for the evening, I will retake by morning
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And so... consider it your debt repaid!
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Consider it your debt repaid!
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Repaid! Repaid!
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The Wanting Comes in Waves
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| The Decemberists |
