
Lichen And Bees Songtext
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Lichen, the bees and a fortress of weeds in a small town venture
Only the stale and a quart of an ale and a cold intention
Over the lawn and the rail
And only to gather the mail
He likened to me but I wondered if he were to see
Liken the bees and the matters that please to a small back bencher
Caught with the maid with her hair in a braid not the one he mentioned
Lichen and bees in the walls and the fevers of small town ventures
Over the lawn and the rail
And only to gather the mail
He likened to me but I wonder if he were to see
Sparrows and freight at a quarter to eight and a man who mentioned
Only the stale and a quart of an ale and a cold intention
Over the lawn and the rail
And only to gather the mail
He likened to me but I wondered if he were to see
Liken the bees and the matters that please to a small back bencher
Caught with the maid with her hair in a braid not the one he mentioned
Lichen and bees in the walls and the fevers of small town ventures
Over the lawn and the rail
And only to gather the mail
He likened to me but I wonder if he were to see
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