Eyed it, dried it, untied it
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Chilled it, spilled it, refilled it
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Taste it, traced it, erased it
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He's my post to lean on
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And I just cut him down
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So I'm out to land on somethin'
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Hopefully a boy will come to me at the ground
|
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Eyed it, dried it, untied it
|
Chilled it, spilled it, refilled it
|
Taste it, trace it, erased it
|
|
He's my post to lean on
|
And I just cut him down
|
So I'm out to land on somethin'
|
Hopefully a boy will come to me at the ground
|
|
He's my post to lean on
|
And I just cut him down
|
So I'm out to land on somethin'
|
Hopefully a boy will come to me at the ground
|
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The Post
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| Cowboy Junkies |
