Dear Avery, I think of you only
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Were you waving, were you dead on the vine
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Oh Avery, I think of you lonely
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But I could just grab you by the nape of your neck
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There are times life will rattle your bones
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And will bend your limbs
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You're still far away the boy you've ever been
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So you bend back and shake at the frame
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Of the frame you made
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But don't you shake alone
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Please Avery, come home
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Headstrong, you and your long arms
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Listing lazily on the cusp of your tease
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But you were my Avery and when you needed saving
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I could just grab you by the nape of your neck
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There are times life will rattle your bones
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And will bend your limbs
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You're still far away the boy you've ever been
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So you bend back and shake at the frame
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Of the frame you made
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But don't you shake alone
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Please Avery, come home
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Don't you shake alone
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Please Avery, come home
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Come home
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Dear Avery
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| The Decemberists |
