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Iron And Wine Someday The Waves

You pick a place that's where I'll be Time like your cheek has turned for me Someday the waves will stop every aching old machine will feel no pain Someday

You pick a place that's where I'll be Time like your cheek has turned for me Someday the waves will stop every aching old machine will feel no pain Someday

blackbird claw, raven wing under the red sunlight long clothesline, two shirt sleeves waving as we go by hundred years, hundred more someday we may see