The Avett Brothers – Yardsale (Guitar)

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I wonder if this blade ever ran through someone's side

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The blood wiped away to hide

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How evil you grandfather was 'fore he died

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But war can make monsters out of us all

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I'm sure I'd become one if I was called

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And then it would be my blade

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Here at this yardsale

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The guitar I am holding is way out of tune

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The neck it is warped and the saddle is through

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I wonder if sweet music ever was played

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From the hands of a boy to a girl in the shade

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From this rickety ghost of a song

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Here at this yardsale

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A dollar for anything here on this quilt

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A price tag for hands from which all things are built

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A blanket of voices speak pleasure in shame

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Flowers of plastic and fruit of the same

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A basket of nothing at all

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Here at this yardsale

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So if I had the money I'd buy everything

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And cover the whole lot with good gasoline

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And burn it for all that I care for the past

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And rid mother earth of what never should last

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And give her the present of ash

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Made of a yardsale