In a small far room the bed is set
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With trinkets all surrounding
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Yet lone it rests, so dry it sets
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With souls aside abiding
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There moves legs warm and close inside
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No, no leg braces a hello
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And pictures on walls where paint is lame
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Where sinks are friendly running
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Reflect, reflect metal cast
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My toe has long been swollen
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My knees are blue, my eyes are too
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My love has not forgotten
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Will come, will come, o he will come
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And make me have a baby
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Then I foresee we all, us three, will ride and all together
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The hills have eyes, their trees have lives
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Disjointed like a hero
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No saga told, no things unfold
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To make the ride much finer
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The length is fine, his hand in mine
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Does someone hear our chatter
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A lover's laugh, a bleeding calf
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A dog out in the harbor
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We All, Us Three, Will Ride
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| Will Oldham |
