A sickroom hush, a holiday glow
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Whither thou goest I will go
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Whither thou wish inside,
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We will follow
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It is to be on one thing only
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On the road to God knows where
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Some are happy, some are late and
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Those wish death upon themselves
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Here is law, it is spoken in a growl choked
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Her paws have strayed in her sleeve
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And in my mouth her cloak
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The claws swift deny themselves a shallowness
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Which recalled the television or the room alone
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In which they preened unmoving fours
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My loving tongue
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Convolutions may arise
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The skull is echoing with webs
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And the third wave flushed the thing out
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Everybody jump and shout
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Scream my name above the din,
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Above the engine's carnal din
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Above the calves who bleed their lungs out
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Baa baa, moo moo, baa baa baa
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Whither Thou Goest
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| Will Oldham |
