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Me and lazarus

by Iron & Wine


Me and Lazarus, we shovel all the ashes out
Black bare linens blowing ´round
Back and forth and up and down
oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go

Me and Lazarus kept bailing on the riverboat
Floating by the choir rose
Bobbing in the ebb and flow
oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go

He´s an emancipated punk and he can dance
But he´s got a hole in the pocket of his pants
Must be a symptom of outstanding circumstances
Woah

Me and Lazarus, we fiddle with a baby spoon
Fever flowing through the room
Far too long and way too soon
oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go

Me and Lazarus, we pick up papa´s white boy blues
Hand-me downs and Sunday shoes
Never made the local news
oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go

And I´m a liberated loser that can roll
But where my pocket was I´m peeking through a hole
A couple second-chances surely would console me
Woah





 

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