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Me, the Misser, the Late lyrics
entry hundred forty-one me, the misser, the late
miss years to make words of what I'm missing
shame I'm shaking, a loss, a crap
hung by heartwrack in the grasslands me, the pridest, the slack
come through rain through window new approval seas a headrest, a home a peace
having all my needies covered me, the hoper, the hole
family leaver, shit repeater and a rancid grudge-hold
entry hundred forty-one starts back when I dared
God knock me down again not a single thing I've done meant a scrap
changed the stance of anyone thought by now I'd left the barn
but I'm scared the fields, and I'm scared the houses, I'm scared the millers yard.
Part of these releases
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- Track 17 on Silver
- 16 Adanoi
- 18 Dust - The Wrens, Wrens
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