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The Pines
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Dead Feathers
Ah, dead feathers, tied to a dreamcatcher That hangs down from a midwest moon As smoke rolls, out of the windows Of my heart into the sky Where falling stars disappear
It's an old, lonely city We brush our teeth to the sound of sirens An illusion of safety A harpsichord on a gravel road My heart's on fire but my hands are cold
We tremble in the bow echo
So much beauty and kindness In the world it makes me cry Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I beg of you, your Highness Please show mercy on the tender ones In the low and lonesome glow
We tremble in the bow echo We lay awake in the dark so gold
We worry all the night We hurry away the days Through the frugalness We go…
We tremble in the bow echo We lay awake in the dark so gold
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