Deep in the belly of a whale I found her
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Down with the deep blue jail around her
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Running her hands through the ribs of the dark
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Florence and Calamity and Joan of Arc
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I love the way she looks in her underwear
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I lose my page then the plot then the book then I swear
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She makes the most of her time by loving me plenty
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She knows there'll come a day when we won't be getting any
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The stain of the sepia the butcher Crimea
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Through the wreck of a brass band I thought I could see her
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In a cakewalk she came through the dead and the lame
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Just a little bird floating on a hurricane
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I was flat on my back with my feet in the thorns
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I was in between the apples and the chloroform
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She came to me often
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I was sure I was dying
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It was always hard to tell if she was laughing or crying
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I thought I heard somebody calling
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In the dark I thought I heard somebody call
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Joan never cared about the in-betweens
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Combed her hair with a blade did the Maid of Orleans
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Said Christ walked on water we can wade through the war
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You don't need to tell me who the fire is for
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Oh bring me the love that can sweeten a sword
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A boat that can love the rocks or the shore
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The love of the iceberg reaching out for a wreck
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Can you love me like the crosses love the nape of the neck?
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Was it Casey Jones or Casey at the Bat
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Who died out of pride and got famous for that
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Killed by a swerve laid low by the curve
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Do you ever think they ever thought they got what they deserved
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Pity the bullet and pity the man
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Who both find their place in the same sad plan
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Who both are like the barrel going over the falls
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Crying all the way down I never asked to be involved
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I thought I heard somebody calling In the dark I thought I heard somebody call
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General George began the day by taking pink little pills
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Sent his men to the top of some hell of a hill
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Through the whisper of trees came artillery breeze
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He said I love the way the wind comes a'tickling my knees
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Jane shot the apple right between the eyes
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I was thinking of her when you came outside
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Lemonade on your breath sun in your hair
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Did I mention how I love you in your underwear?
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Deep in the belly of a whale I found her
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Down with the deep blue jail around her
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Running her hands through the ribs of the dark
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Florence and Calamity and Joan of Arc
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I thought I heard somebody calling
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In the dark I thought I heard somebody call
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To the Dogs or Whoever
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| Josh Ritter |
