I look at the sky
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I see an airplane as it flies
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Is this the way they said Jesus came?
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Gone through St. Louis
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Gone straightaway
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And i hear the winter will cut you quick
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If tears were liquor I'd have drunk myself sick
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Woman are you home?
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A house of cards, a frame of bones
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Here I am earthly bound
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Said hallelujah I'm going down
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And the River Jordan is deep and wide
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I think I see forever across on the other side
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I look at the sky
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I see a nightbird as it flies
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Over the old bent cherry trees
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Shivering in a row
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Down here the winter will cut you quick
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These tears are liquor and I've drunk myself sick
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And the dead of winter will cut you quick
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These tears are liquor and I've drunk myself sick
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St. Louis Elegy
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Mark Lanegan |