Half mile from the riverside
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Square wood building hard and white
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I'll take water, I'll take night
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I will swim through snow and ice
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Laid your story down on me
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forced inside the good belief
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Now I only dream my words
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fly away like blackened birds
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Oh I feel these lessons burn inside the person I've become
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Edges curl and darken as I do what has been done
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Cheek on floorboard, hand in fire
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little sister dressed in white
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Last day she was seen alive
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walking to the riverside
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We will never get to hide from it
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no matter how we run
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All things come to find us
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and we'll do what has been done
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Have your holy, I'll have mine
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soil and birch and open sky
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All our stories some day go
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dust from air and earth from bone
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Oh I hear the ancients calling
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that we'll know from where we've come
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there on that horizon we will see what has been done
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What Has Been Done
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| The Wailin' Jennys |
