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Decemberists The The King Is Dead

arms unbound This is why, this is why we fight, come hell, come hell This is why, why we fight, why we lie awake This is why, this is why we fight When

of the chewable Ambien tab And the Panamanian child Stands at the dowager empress' side And all that remain is the arms of the angels And all that remain is

Dear Avery, I think of you only Were you waving, were you dead on the vine? Oh Avery, to think of you lonely I could just grab you by the nape of your

On a winter's Sunday I go To clear away the snow and green the ground below April, all an ocean away, is this the better way to spend the day? Keeping

Big mountain, wide river There's an ancient pull These tree trunks, these stream beds Leave our bellies full They sing out I am going to stand my ground

Baby wants a new spin Baby wants a broken heart Hear you found a lynchpin to keep it all from falling apart But you keep on rollin' You keep on rollin

Dear Avery, I think of you only Were you waving, were you dead on the vine Oh Avery, I think of you lonely But I could just grab you by the nape of your

Hear the hymn to welcome in the day Heralding a summer's early sway And all the bulbs all coming in, to begin Thrushs' bleeding battle with the wrens

Big mountain, wide river, there's an ancient call, these tree trunks these stream beds, leave our bellies full they sing out, I am gonna stand my ground