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The Fiery Furnaces
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Widow City
Antioch agent wrote a letter per usual Dated 'It's a hundred degrees perpetual' Sent via the swift dromedary Traversing her ways on the odd and even days Said the lion has come up from his thicket They've managed to void my lottery ticket
Drunk on wormwood, Widow City Widow City's drunk on wormwood Tomorrow night when the sun sets at nine I might need tangle myself With the degenerate plan of a strange little vine
And foxes on the mountain, girls There're foxes on the mountain, girls So negotiate the deserts and pits You can't rely on your dimwits
Wag your head and clean your clocks Ready for the rendezvous with the sticks and the stocks Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Taught the wicked ones the ways Said what was sent via the swift Dromedary traversing on the odd and even days
Drunk on wormwood, Widow City Widow City's drunk on wormwood Tomorrow night when the sun sets at nine I might need tangle myself With the degenerate plan of a strange little vine
They've made my chain even heavier if you can imagine They've made my chain even heavier if you can imagine
Drunk on wormwood, Widow City Widow City's drunk on wormwood Tomorrow night when the sun sets at nine I might need tangle myself With the degenerate plan of a strange little vine
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