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The Curse Of Company
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Any Day
Any day that the old town will call Is the bid of my married adieu, And I can't imagine a finer fold to the few Sunny days, and a day of coming home to you, The surreal intimacy of a secretive tune.
Bending over backwards, And straining till my back hurts, To settle the score of a hundred Houses that are run down And chasing to the ground
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I can swim And so bathe the cold dose away From the end of the day And from the back of my knees
Bending over backwards And straining till my back hurts To settle the score of a hundred Houses that are run down And chasing to the ground
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