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Wovenhand
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Blue Pail Fever
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
Drift like sleep Into the hotel Montana Lay low for thy name's sake El Matador, Louisiana
Full of bulls, blood and what not And 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
Drift like sleep Into the hotel Montana Lay low for thy name's sake El Matador, Louisiana
Like a voice in an empty house Breathe your breath and speak to me Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Speak to me
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
Drift like sleep Into the hotel Montana Lay low for thy name's sake El Matador, Louisiana
Drift like sleep Into the hotel Montana Lay low for thy name's sake El Matador, Louisiana
Like a voice in an empty house Breathe your breath and speak to me And speak through me
Speak to me Speak to me
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