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jeff-buckley — Vancouver

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It's a song about a dream Well i'm lying in my bed The blanket is warm This body will never be safe from harm...
There's the moon asking to stay Long enough for the clouds to fly me away Well it's my time coming, i'm not afraid to die
This is our last goodbye I hate to feel the love between us die But it's over Just hear this and then i'll go ...
I lost myself on a cool damp night Gave myself in that misty light Was hypnotized by a strange delight Under a lilac...
Love, let me sleep tonight on you couch And remember the smell of the fabric Of your simple city dress Oh......
Well I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do ya?
Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with...
He bear her off, he bear her down He bear her into an orchard ground Lu Li Lu Lay Lu Li Lu Lay The falcon hath...
Eternal Life is now on my trail Got my red glitter coffin, man, just need one last nail While all these ugly gentlemen play...
There is a child sleeping near his twin The pictures go wild in a rush of wind That dark angel he is shuffling in ...


Lady
All the troubles are my fright, I disgust you
Feel the power you cut the truth into you
Why do you think I'd hidden out on this rely
I could kiss you
With lines of escape in my mouth



Please let me bring back these gifts of mine to the woman
His eyes shined on my back as I slept and knew you
You didn't leave it all
You made an even call
My belly released the stars
And tears between the scars. Ooooh
We're where we belong
It should end here
Until the end of time
Beyond the moment
That ends our bondage
I am your failed husband contender
I'm your loan shark of bliss.

This dream you've ridden on
Turns your world to explosions
You need to be alone
To heal this bleeding stone
Now, smell the rain of London it still insists
That we beg for our purity
As if we are pure in the rain of our contentment
As if I can think of this no more.






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