Dirty Projectors - Just From Chevron Lyrics
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Just From Chevron
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What Are The Lyrics For Just From Chevron By Dirty Projectors?
Where she collapses into the shore
Pump the byproduct and ask her for more There a man lay dying in ice Gasket hair busted out Pinned down like a vice As the sun sank into repose, A friend knelt down Listened into his dying words as he froze. Tell my love don't mourn too intense I'm going down to her great good expense Now all the air is quiet and still Wish I was back home on the [nell?] of the hill Don't think I won't try When I close my eyes Whatever the people will drive I swear I will survive All of my friends my enemies too Live in the shadows of the dirtiest few Burns the land and it's paper to ruin While winds always whistling an infinite tune Don't think I wont try When I close my eyes Whatever the people will drive I swear I will be alive Don't think I won't try When I close my eyes Whatever the people will drive I swear I will be alive I swear I will be alive I swear I will be alive I swear I will be alive I swear I will be alive Now "So long," he whispered softly Closing his eyelids with his face turning grey. When the workers cleaned up the spill Sent the man home to his nell in the hill. |
Who Wrote Just From Chevron By Dirty Projectors?
David Donnell Longstreth
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