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Able Tasmans - Michael Fay lyrics
Sit down and I'll tell you a story There's not much, not a great deal to know About people not living a life of their own They put all their faith in great buildings They said they were constantly shocked and surprised How reference points moved around And then often their eyes became dark with dismay As somebody else took their loved ones away It was Christmas day When Michael Fay gave his money away And he just didn't have a lot to say We'd all forgotten his birthday Even so, leave him home Michael's Dad, feeling oh so sad and alone He says, "I'm, I'm alone but I feel as if Howers took me by the hand" It was Christmas day When Michael Fay gave his money away And he just didn't have a lot to say Compared to the people next door So, please carry my bones To a place I can call home Yes, please carry my bones To a place I can call home A place to carry my bones A place to call home when we're at the Speakeasy Somewhere I could be alone Shared visions of heaven are so hard to come by Everything comes to you free But you already own what would provides me With artifacts based on the absence of reason Style, style, my ass a mile Where does it stop, precision welcome While stop, whoa-whoa, and with two cents I got on me The best thing to do just forget I'm alive Please carry my bones To a place I can call home Yes, please carry my bones |
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