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Cowboy Junkies - The Post lyrics
Eyed it, dried it, untied it Chilled it, spilled it, refilled it Taste it, traced it, erased it He's my post to lean on And I just cut him down So I'm out to land on somethin' Hopefully a boy will come to me at the ground Eyed it, dried it, untied it Chilled it, spilled it, refilled it Taste it, trace it, erased it He's my post to lean on And I just cut him down So I'm out to land on somethin' Hopefully a boy will come to me at the ground He's my post to lean on And I just cut him down So I'm out to land on somethin' Hopefully a boy will come to me at the ground |
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