I love your nervous fingers
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Won't you fumble all night long
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Let the morning air sting us
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To rise and stumble on
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Down the crooked pavements
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The wind rolls my thoughts like a leaf
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The brittle bell chimes
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And fortune smiles, with its broken teeth
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And the many rivered land
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Grateful for the rain
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I'd be grateful for one morsel
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Of your loving again
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Summer, restless summer
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Won't let sleeping dogs lie
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Your barbed voice
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Re-awakens time gone by
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Hound's face, fine bowl
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Harsh land, dry stone
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Thunder's muttered promise
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Impatient gull on the scented wind
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Your gray eyes star a little ray
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Nearly upon us
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And the many rivered land
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Grateful for the rain
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I'd be grateful for one morsel
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Of your loving again
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And the many rivered land
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Grateful for the rain
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I'd be grateful for one morsel
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I'd be grateful for one morsel
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I'd be grateful for one morsel
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Of your loving again
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Ah, oh
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Ah, oh
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Eh, oh yeah
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L's Song
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| David Gray |
