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Through crooked teeth and mouthed up ties
They switched you up river just like all those lions
That walked the banks
They said paints made that river
And words you only use, blues
Brilliant big black mouth links up
Bonds that wrap the river through
Through and through
Fashion, fashion ballrooms of their leaves
We′d like to watch the ghosts dance
We'd like to watch the ghosts dance
Paints made that only lines directly over
Mountains where the glaciers climb so tall
One absent of the scars
Mass and boats and ships and oars
Tend to leave, the veins will be the tributaries
With all the sounds of the ocean, the ocean
Fashion, fashion ballrooms of their leaves
We′d like to watch the ghosts dance
We'd like to watch the ghosts dance
Fashion, fashion ballrooms of their leaves
We'd like to watch the ghosts dance
We′d like to watch the ghosts dance
I am but a man
But a proud, proud man
But a proud, proud man
Silver bells that line the way
Baited trails will find you there
Silver bells that line the way
Baited trails will find you there
I am but a man
But a proud, proud man
But a proud, proud man
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Writer(s): John Baldwin Gourley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
