should have told me
seemed like an ordinary day
everything seemed
when you come down
when you come down
when you come down
jefferson
This is not your choice
It wasn't yours to choose
We may
red left Cleveland on the eighth day of July
she said
Quiet lonely day
On a miracle’s highway and traveling takes its
A green-eyed boy,
he met an autumn-eyed girl,
and she said,
Take
Angelina with those eyes,
those bangs, those blues.
Please don't ever lose
I want to take you to the stream
and go where
In the City of the Second Hand––rags and bones.
Look down,
Tired shoes for tired souls.
Leather's cracked, bones are old.
Pass the
I will stay right with you now.
Let the rain come
Lay with me again beside the old Milwaukee Road.
We would
Walking along a broken road,
which side I'm on, it's hard
It's not time to take your picture off the wall,
it's
Oh, father, stumbling to the mat,
just like a falling acrobat.
Oh,
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