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 [Tom Waits] Well I grew up here All of my life But I dreamed some day I'd go Where the brown-eyed girls And the red guitars And naked rivers flow. Now I'm not all I thought I'd be I always stayed around. I've been as far As Mercy and Grand Frozen to the ground. Now I can't stay here And I am scared to leave Just kiss me once and then I'll go to hell I might as well Be whistlin' down the wind. The bus is at the corner The clock's on the wall Broken down windmill There's no wind at all. I've yelled and I've cursed If I stay here I'll rust I'm stuck like a shipwreck Out there in the dust. The sky is red And the world is on fire And the corn is taller than me. The dog is tied To a wagon of rain And the road is as wet as the sea. And sometimes the music From a dance Will carry across the plains And the places That I am dreaming of Do they dream only of me? There are places Where they never sleep Where the circus never ends. So I will take The Marley Bone Coach And whistle down the wind. So I will take The Marley Bone Coach And whistle down the wind. [Print version] [Next song] |
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