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The kitchen fire's still burning bright and the kids always get tucked in tight. Though winter's worn the clapboards paper-thin and they keep asking where you've been. |
CD: Havens, Haunts & Hollows
Label: Misanthrope Music Publishing
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I heard there's a road just outside of town called Williamson Lane and if I wandered down at just before twelve on a clear July night, I might just see a red-haired angel take flight . . . she might just take flight. |
CD: Havens, Haunts & Hollows
Label: Misanthrope Music Publishing
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And yesterday I saw you dying by the watershed. I swallowed whole the heavens as the rivers bled and the angels fall like tears over a love that's dead. And so I . . . |
CD: Havens, Haunts & Hollows
Label: MIsanthrope Music Publishing
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