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Song: | Blue Pail Fever |
Album: | Woven Hand | Genres: | |
Year: | | Length: | 297 sec |
Lyricist: Wovenhand
Lyrics:
[Verse 1] Thy will be done Here on this highway In every house and field I pray All in meekness yield Aided by want Among stranger people To disgrace so soon I've come
[Chorus] Drift like sleep Into the hotel montana Lay low for thy names sake El matador Louisiana
[Verse 2] Full of bulls, blood and what not Coarse jest to a tight knot You are not acquainted with your own heart Frozen prayer upon my lips Inside the blood runs hot He was reviled, yet he reviled not
[Chorus] Drift like sleep Into the hotel montana Lay low for thy names sake El matador Louisiana
[Bridge] Like a voice in an empty house Breath your breath And speak to me And speak through me
[Verse 3] It's a dry leaf that shivers on the branch What matter if the wind cast it down With a ruthless hand Cause we remember always That it took place forever Thy kingdom come in Whosoever
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