Peach Plum Pear by Joanna Newsom

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we speak in the store i'm a sensative bore, you seem markedly more and i'm 
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oozing surprise

and it's late in the day and you're well on your way, what's golden went gray and i'm suddenly shy
And the gathering floozies
afford to be choosy
and all sneezing darkly 
in the dimming divide.

I have read the right books
to interpret your looks
you were knocking me down
with the palm of your eye.

Go Na na na na na na na na na na 
na na na na na na na na na na 
na na na na na na na na 

This was unlike the story
it was written to be
I was riding its back
when it used to ride me.

And we were galloping manic
to the mouth of the source
we were swallowing panic
in the face of its force.

I was blue and unwell,
made me bolt like a horse.

ooh, Na na na na na na na na na na 
na na na na na na na na na na 
na na na na na na na na 

Now it's done.
Watch it go.
You've changed some.
Water run from the snow.

Am I so dear?
Do I run rare?
And you've changed some:
peach, plum, pear.

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