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Decemberists The 5 Songs

Angel won't you call me? Could I be the only Though I am a lost cause Angel won't you call me? Waiting for a sweet breeze Read it in the tea-leaves Saw

Sweet Anabelle, as seen reclining on an ocean swell As the waves do lather up to lay her down 'Til she's fast and sleeping Oh, well, I guess I'm something

witless boy In the after bars, think I was sullied by a dream In the killing jar you and me at war at arms All falling in embrace Tell me why you lied

Truly, with his thorn in your side and you don't know why Julie dips her toe in the tide and she don't know why No, she don't know why she got all dolled

and witless boy At the after bars Think I was sullied by a dream In the killing jar You and me at war, at arms All falling in embrace Tell me why you lied

good 'bout locking her up Where has she gone? Well, I bet she's on the bottom of a Frenchtown pond Rudely abused on some hescher's joyride So I wrote you this song