Have you ever been baptized in the cool winter water
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On a Sunday morning when the sky was gray?
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You filed out of the churchyard, so cold it was silver
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To gold, tan, and blue cars, and the cars drove away
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All the memories fade, send the ghosts on their way
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Tell them they've had their day, it's someone else's tomorrow
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The tall and the tiny ships on the water
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Farther and farther, floating away
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Will never return now, all wooden and burned out
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They echo and groan now in their salty graves
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All the memories fade, send the the ghosts on their way
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Tell them they've had their day, it's someone else's tomorrow
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Someone else's tomorrow
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Someone Else's Tomorrow
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Patty Griffin |