Wood & Bone Songtext
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Time to fold your ragged claws
Cindered charchoal were the brushfire was
Naked roots where wind has blown
Trails of blood on wood and stone
I am still not old
I'm younger than the booze I'm drinking
Still, there's something old in me
Still I find myself sinking
Cindered charchoal were the brushfire was
Naked roots where wind has blown
Trails of blood on wood and stone
I am still not old
I'm younger than the booze I'm drinking
Still, there's something old in me
Still I find myself sinking
Will you follow me, my dear
Through the fields, to the county fair
Where land and ocean meet
We could go there on our naked feet
Through the fields, to the county fair
Where land and ocean meet
We could go there on our naked feet
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