He’s got a bone to pick with insincerity
The standing water and the blossoming trees
Twisted upon herself like a winter wind
His widow’s drowning down near the marsh
He thinks before he says so
A vague melody
He thinks before he says so
A million patients and a few million verses
He knows what’s necessary to do
He thinks before he says so
A vague melody
He thinks before he says so
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