Elder Green is dead and gone
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Lost his way going to town
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Don't know who he is or what he's done
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But it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue
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Yeah it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue
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If I was in an old hotel
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That happened to be on fire
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Maybe I'd jump or
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Maybe I'd reconsider
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Then I'd climb a little higher
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Like an oily rag
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In a dusty corner
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Like a box of matches near an open flame
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I'd jump 18 stories from a burning fire
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Sooner than I'd face this world of shame
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Yeah I'd skip this town and
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Jump a westbound train
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Take these fingerlings from my fingers
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Spoken with your breath
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With white-washed eyes
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And flies that linger
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Seems rather forlorn and bereft
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I said where you goin' with that sack on your shoulder Willie
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As if I couldn't have guessed
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He says I'm gonna get the hell
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Out of Slag Valley and take a little stroll way out west
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If I was in an old hotel
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That happened to be on fire
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Maybe I'd jump or
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Maybe I'd reconsider
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Then I'd climb a little higher
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Like an oily rag
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In a dusty corner
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Like a box of matches near an open flame
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I'd get so far away
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From that old matchbox hotel
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Man I'd skip this town and
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Jump a westbound train
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Anything to get away from this shame
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Take these fingerlings from my fingers
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Spoken with your breath
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With white-washed eyes
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And flies that linger
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Seems rather forlorn and bereft
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I said where you goin' with that sack on your shoulder Willie
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As if I couldn't have guessed
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He says I'm gonna get the hell
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Out of Slag Valley and take a little stroll way out west
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Way Out West
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Andrew Bird |