Fill your pockets full of river stones
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For us, deep beneath the soul
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On your stockings a songbird sang
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Alone, all alone
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Oh, these things that hold onto me
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Drag my feet across the sky
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Oh, these things they don’t belong to me
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This time, oh this time
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Baby, it’s time to go
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To that house down by the lake
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Baby, it’s time to go
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To that house down by the lake
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A beauty all by herself
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Just ?oating peacefully
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Death had forgotten her
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Like she’s, she’s forgotten me
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House by the lake
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| Jesse Sykes |
