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Lisbeth Scott
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Smokehouse
I am a tight wire You hold me like a line to throw You give me something that baites me When the tide is low
All around I hear the trains coming in One by one But you don't come, no you don't come
She makes a smokehouse You cannot find the door to leave The priest is puttering and humming There's something up his sleeve
The sun is looking gray today And the birds can't find their way Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And so you stay, and so you stay
I need a moment To whisper something in you ear I got a piece of your puzzle To me you are so clear
Some take and then they go and some flow Like a river in the sand Baby I know you can Come on I know you can Baby I know you can Come on I know you can Come on I know you can
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