The ladies in my dream- so obliging.
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They come on down to do the things I need.
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Whether skies are calm or cut apart by lightning,
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they¡¯re always there to minister to me.
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And at break of dawn, they¡¯re sweetly shining.
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Or at quiet of midnight, cold and dim,
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they say ¡°don¡¯t harm him.¡±
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And when I wake just as their eyes are crying,
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I see that bed and I just want to climb back in.
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But let¡¯s gather up your friends and drive up to that country inn.
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We can stay there, feeling water warmly wash across our skin,
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Giving back all of our tears so that we can cry them again.
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You want to tell your dad you can¡¯t believe he¡¯s dying,
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But let¡¯s just walk on down the hall and shut our mouths.
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The AM radio is broken down and crying
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As on this hour drive we¡¯re silent to ourselves.
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Let¡¯s go back up to your house, and take our clothes off.
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And just push and pull ourselves until we¡¯re deep inside of sleep.
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And with your body next to me, its sleepy sighing
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Sounds like waves upon a sea too far to reach.
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But I¡¯ll gather up my men and try to sail on it again,
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And we¡¯ll walk and quietly talk all through the country of your skin,
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Made up of pieces of the places that you¡¯ve dreamed and that you¡¯ve been.
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And we will sleep outside in tents upon this unfamiliar land,
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And in the morning we¡¯ll awake, yeah, as a foreign dawning breaks,
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My men and I will all awake. Let's try again.
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Seas Too Far To Reach
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Okkervil River |