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. Though folks with good intentions Tell me to save my tears. I'm glad. I'm mad about you. Lord above me Make him love me. The way he should. Like a lonely weeping willow lost in the wood. The things I
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risin'. How high's the water, papa?. She said it's three feet high and risin' Well, the hives are gone,. I lost my bees. The chickens are sleepin'. In the willow trees. Cow's in water up past her
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sinner's grove . Down where the willow and the dogwood grow. You can hear the whistle, you can hear the bell . From the halls of heaven to the gates of hell . And there's room for the forsaken if you're
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of one who's so afraid of you. What you gonna do. Ohhh. . (Ah-ah-ah-ah). . Ooooo. Crazy on ya. Crazy on you. Let me go crazy, crazy on you. . I was a willow last night in my dream. I bent
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{As gray traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky. The three travelers, men of Willow dale emerge from the forest shadow. Fording the river dawn, they turn south. Journeying into the dark and
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of one who's so afraid of you. What you gonna do. Ohhh. . (Ah-ah-ah-ah). . Ooooo. Crazy on ya. Crazy on you. Let me go crazy, crazy on you. . I was a willow last night in my dream. I bent
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I've Seen It All. . Bjцrk. I've seen it all. I have seen the trees. I have seen the willow leaves. Dancing in the breeze. . Tom Yorke. I've seen a man killed. By his best friend,. And
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. Though folks with good intentions Tell me to save my tears. I'm glad. I'm mad about you. Lord above me Make him love me. The way he should. Like a lonely weeping willow lost in the wood. The things I
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At home the stereo was on, my head was filled with rock. I played a willow cricket bat guitar and soloed round the clock. My records stacked up in a pile. Collected from the charts and top of the
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At home the stereo was on, my head was filled with rock. I played a willow cricket bat guitar and soloed round the clock. My records stacked up in a pile. Collected from the charts and top of the
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Michigan County that night. It was down by the crossroads out bout willow bank. Seen the buick with Ohio plates behind the wheel was Frank. Well I chased him through them county roads. Till the sign said
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Summer stretching on the grass. Summer dresses pass. In the shade of a willow tree creeps a crawling over me. Over me and over you stuck together with God's glue. It's going to get stickier too
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that night It was out at the crossroads down round Willow bank. Seen a Buick with Ohio plates behind the wheel was Frank. Well I chased him through them county roads till a sign said Canadian border 5
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some with no home, not a nickel to loan. Could it be really me, pretending that they're not alone? A willow deeply scarred, somebody's broken heart. And a washed-out dream. They follow the pattern of
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of that White Willow. haha
