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Eastern Birds Lyrics
Blue ship sail me,
Lost in the slipper of the night.
Full steam daily,
Puffing like a fisherman's pipe.
Walking up the main streets
Smiling, seeing things.
Far away a season is zipping up.
Green lights changing,
Cold Appalachian towns.
Dead strings breaking,
A snowstorm is going to come down.
Walking out of clubs, lame
Bound to the earth again.
A parliament of ravens too drunk to fly.
The Massachusetts Turnpike
Puritan, stock and still.
Headed for the heart of the Sunday night!
Lost in the slipper of the night.
Full steam daily,
Puffing like a fisherman's pipe.
Smiling, seeing things.
Far away a season is zipping up.
Cold Appalachian towns.
Dead strings breaking,
A snowstorm is going to come down.
Bound to the earth again.
A parliament of ravens too drunk to fly.
Puritan, stock and still.
Headed for the heart of the Sunday night!
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Submitted by
missvengeance On Aug 20, 2007
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