Thou unconsolable daughter
Said the sister
When wilt thou trouble the water
I
there's a place your mother goes when everybody else is
After the bombs subside
And this long, low campaign
Calls it good
Angel, won't you call me?
Could I be the only?
Annan water
You loom so deep and wide
I would cross over
If
I'm really sorry Steven,
But your bicycle's been stolen.
I
I have come a few miles.
I got blisters on my
"Billy Liar's got his hands in his pockets
Staring over at
take a long drive with me
on california one, california
you slept in your overalls
after the wrecking ball
bereft you of
Cut him up, boy
You've got to cut him up, boy.
He's
Eli, the barrow boy
Of the old town
Sells coal and marigolds
And
The film was a bust, but we stayed to the
Four score years living down in this rainswept town
see-saw
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