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(Au94z)
The Decemberist
s-The Crane Wife3
And I will hang my head
A gray sky - a bitter sting
And under the boughs unbowed
All clothed in a snowy shroud
A rain cloud - a crane on wing
She had no heart so hardened
All under the boughs unbowed
Hang my head low
All out beyond horizon
Each feather it fell from skin
Til threadbare as she grew thin
A gray sky - a bitter sting
How were my eyes so blinded
Each feather it fell from skin
The Killers -When You Were Young
Like you imagined
He doesn't look a
You sit there in
your heartache
thing like Jesus
Waiting on some
beautiful boy to
when you were young
But he talks
Save you from
your old ways
like a gentleman
You play forgiveness
Watch it now - here he comes