Put pen to the paper and sign
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The lines on both sides of your hand
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I can read
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What settles out at the bottom
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Of a bottle of wine
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Are promises, lies
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You can choose to believe
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When rumours won't leave you alone
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Your words cast a shadow
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Try to fill in their form
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Lay your hat on the table
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O, I'll take your side
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The mirror allows what the darkness divides
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You'll never tell all that you know
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In spite of the shelter
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The storm will blow
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Through the pastures of safety
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May you plow the straight line
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Walk slow, with a swing in
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The river will rise
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Pass under my window and wave
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Sirens yell at each other
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I don't hear your name
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Spin hard in a circle
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If you want to go down
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Sing praises to the neighbour who
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Is tending the ground
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Rockabye
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There'll be a blanket to cover you
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When you go down
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Rockabye
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There'll be a blanket to cover you
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When you go down
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What you learn from the bottle is true
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One is too many and two are too few
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Line up the small glasses
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O, tell me what you have heard
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There's not a thing to laugh about
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Tonight in this world
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You made me call all over town
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You're easy to lose
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When you want to be found
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I remember a room
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Lit by one brilliant light
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Throw the windows wide open
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We'll sit in the dark tonight
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Rockabye
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There'll be a blanket to cover you
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When you go down
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Rockabye
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There'll be a blanket to cover you
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When you go down
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Put pen to the paper and sign
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The lines on both sides of your hand
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I can read
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What settles out at the bottom
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Of a bottle of wine
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Are promises, lies
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You can choose to believe
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Rockabye
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| Robin Holcomb |
