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letra de northern dancer / kept woman - robin pecknold

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[chorus]
beating my drum in the fading hour
biting my tongue but the blood is sour
pulling up, most of, the foxglove
from the ground, ready to devour

[verse 1]
if i had seen any other way
if it had been any other day
would i be rowdy
and shouting to be heard from the alley way
to be heard from the alley way
too long at the head of the table
too unseen like light in a dream
blue mind, weary but able
blue mind, weary but able

[verse 2]
everything splayed, getting cut in half
just to be staged for a photograph
just to be some day
sung and played for the length of a paragraph
for the length of a paragraph
too long swinging the knife
too unseen like light in a dream
blue mind, weary but able
blue mind, weary but able

[chorus]
beating my drum in the fading hour
biting my tongue but the blood is sour
pulling up, most of, the fox glove
from the ground maybe to devour

- robin pecknold

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