Mother, I can hear your footfall, now
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Soft disturbance in the dead fog, how
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It precedes you like a black smoke pall
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Still, the wanting comes in waves
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And you delivered me from danger, then
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Tore my cradle from the reedy glen
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Swore to save me from the world of men
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Still, the wanting comes in waves
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In waves
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And waves
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And the wanting comes in waves
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And the wanting comes in waves
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And I want this night
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And I want this night
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Oh, oh.
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How I made you,
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I wrought you,
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I pulled you,
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From moore, I labored you
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From cancer, I cradled you
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And now
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This is how I am repaid
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This is how I am repaid
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Remember when I found you,
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The miseries that hounded you
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And I gave you motion
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Anointed with lotions
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And now
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This is how I am repaid
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This is how I am repaid
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Mother, hear this proposition, right
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Grant me freedom to enjoy this night
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And I’ll return to you at break of light
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For the wanting comes in waves
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And waves
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And waves
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Still, the wanting comes in waves,
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Still, the wanting comes in waves,
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Still, the wanting comes in waves.
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And you owe me life,
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And you owe me life,
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Oh, oh.
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And if I grant you
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This favor: to hand you
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Your life for the evening,
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I will retake by morning
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And so
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Consider it your debt repaid
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Consider it your debt repaid
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Repaid
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Repaid
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The Wanting Comes in Waves / Repaid
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| The Decemberists |
