Sunday

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Oxbow - Rock

Sunday

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My head is a junkhole And it holds holes so hollows That echo so low When the sound washes inward And I'm gone in the dark And flow just like nightfall Remember what our lives had been like Just before the great windfall Of nothing I drop to my knees And on my knees I drop Cutting them deep on the red leather kneel bar I want you to come in I, the purveyor Of prayer prayed by prayers of sayers Who said don't stop Thes nothing days

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