Anais Mitchell - Wait for Me Lyrics
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Wait for Me
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What Are The Lyrics For Wait for Me By Anais Mitchell?
How to get to Hadestown
You'll have to take the long way down Through the underground, under cover of night Laying low, staying out of sight Ain't no compass, brother, there ain't no map Just a telephone wire and the railroad track Keep on walking and you don't look back 'Til you get to the bottomland Wait for me, I'm coming Wait, I'm coming with you Wait for me, I'm coming too I'm coming too River Styx is high and wide Cinderbricks and razorwire Walls of iron and concrete Hound dogs howling round the gate Them dogs'll lay down and play dead If you got the bones, if you got the bread But if all you got is your own two legs You best be glad you got 'em Wait for me, I'm coming Wait, I'm coming with you Wait for me, I'm coming too I'm coming too You're on the lam, you're on the run Don't give your name, you don't have one And don't look no one in the eye That town will try to suck you dry They'll suck your brain, they'll suck your breath They'll pluck the heart right out your chest They'll truss you up in your Sunday best And stuff your mouth with cotton Wait for me, I'm coming Wait, I'm coming with you Wait for me, I'm coming too I'm coming Wait, wait, wait, wait |
Who Wrote Wait for Me By Anais Mitchell?
Anais Mitchell
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What's The Duration Of The Wait for Me By Anais Mitchell?The duration of Wait for Me is 3:06 minutes and seconds. |
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