Her heart torn open
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And left like an unanswered letter.
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Words were not spoken
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Just left in a spidery scrawl.
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Twisted and gutted,
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The last of the smoke in the air.
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She gets up to leave
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And idly fixes her hair.
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Words from home, words from home.
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What we miss are words from home.
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I lost my heart
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I left it alongside the river.
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That blackbird clucking
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Songs he knows nothing about.
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That bird returning
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To a home that makes him sing out.
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Words from home, words from home.
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What we need are words from home.
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Unanswered Letter
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| Cowboy Junkies |
