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Anchorless lyrics
They called here to tell me that you're finally dying,
through a veil of childish cries.
Southern Manitoba prarire's pulling at the pantleg of your bad disguise.
So why were you so anchorless?
A boat abandoned in some backyard.
Anchorless in the small town that you lived and died in.
I've got an armchair from your family home.
Got your P.G. Wodehouse novels and your telephone.
I've got your plates and stainless steel.
Got that way of never saying what you really feel.
I don't want to live and die here where we're anchorless.
Part of these releases
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- Track 4 on Less Talk, More Rock
- 3 Less Talk, More Rock
- 5 Rio de San Atlanta, Manitoba
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