Big Trouble In Little Richard

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Turn your collar to the wind my lover
Wounds are healed by salty water
Shiver inside as the cameras blind
And the crowd leans closer
For words that are sold, gilded in gold
Soon the pain will be over

Sickle-celled rhetoric from sancrosact columnists
Won't reduce the growing list of copycat dramatists
A shame for all, we've tried our best
But I won't shed a tear

Turn your collar to the wind my lover
Wounds are healed by salty water
Shiver inside as the cameras blind
And the crowd leans closer
We set fire to our binds and the smoke stung our eyes
But we never looked back

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from Yearlings, track released February 5, 2011

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