A traveler stops at the old inn yard
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It has been so many miles and it¡¯s been so hard
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I¡¯ve grown silver as a widow since then
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And now a traveler¡¯s come to see me again
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He has the mouth of a river the face of a child
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But don¡¯t forget what he¡¯s hiding underneath his smile
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And that old silver splinter that he left inside of me
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Oh don¡¯t forget hmmm
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I could not walk it off
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Then he began and slow slowly
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I could feel his web beginning to undo me
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Slow rivers awoke in my shoulders and my legs
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Slow rivers awoke I was floating away
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And beauty is tired of playing dead
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And beauty is tired of hiding her head
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I go over to the window
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I go over to the window
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I could feel the droplets hanging on the edges of my leaves
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I could feel the tears coming and I couldn¡¯t believe
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I go over to the window
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I go over to the window
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And beauty is tired of playing dead
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And beauty is tired of hiding her head
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Yeah beauty is tired of playing dead
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Oh beauty is tired so tired
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So I gave up and sang along
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And rode off on the wings of a simple song¡¦
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Simple song
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| Noe Venable |
