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Clutch
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White's Ferry
Only the dirt I do believe As memory vanishes among the leaves
Wizard of tickets is always glad to charge a pilgrim's fare Jubilee's generally early, let's take the country air Mistreating granite, limestone and clay, it's a shameful soil But all grows well on the floodplain tract, if you can afford the toil
Cradled in ivy, we will allow The moss to prosper upon our brows
Boxer rebellion, the Holy Child, they all pay their rent But none together can testify to rhythm of a road well bent Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Saddles and zip codes, passports and gates, the Jones' keep In August the water is trickling, in April it's furious deep
Wizard of tickets is always glad to charge a pilgrim's fare Jubilee's generally early, let's take the country air Mistreating granite, limestone, and clay, it's a shameful soil But all grows well on the floodplain tract, if you can afford the toil
Only the dirt I do believe Divinity vanishes among the leaves
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