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ED HARCOURT >> Merchandise Links
ED HARCOURT
With beady black eyes the bluebird has died It's feathers have dried, it couldn't survive From the winter's grasp, nothing ever lasts But you and I know, the seasons are slow The rivers they froze, the wind always blows down All our dreams the engine's out of steam All of your days will be blessed, so put on a smile and get dressed Into the void we will fly away from here All of your thoughts will be crowned, you'll be the toast of the town Into the view of a million crystal spheres Pitchfork in my foot, I tried the best I could Dragging all this wood with a rusty old fishhook To feed the fire and make our blood flow higher But I'm a stubborn man, the sun needs my command I'm gonna make a stand, condemn this twisted land I'm sure you'd agree, but I can't leave you see All of your days will be blessed, so put on a smile and get dressed Into the void we will fly away from here All of your thoughts will be crowned, you'll be the toast of the town Into the view of a million crystal spheres (x2) But you and I know, the seasons are slow The rivers they froze, the wind always blows down All our dreams the engine's out of steam
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