The Dear Hunter – His Hands Matched His Tongue (Guitar)

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A long walk home, riddled with regret

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Uncommonly comfortable, but still I believe

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That in time I think I'll see just what's been weighing down on me

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An unearthy void collapsed, exposing what was trapped

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To release this serendipitous design

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The smell of smoke, the evening sky was proof

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Belated conversation saturate anticipation for the answers that simply won't come

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But not I, I won't ask

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Forget my place amongst the grass

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The leaves and the trees remember me

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And in my naivety it might be seen

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The pail has leaked and even if

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You pour all your water into it

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You end up with nothing left to drink

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The well has gone dry and I with it

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Oh, someday she'll be gone

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Oh, someday she'll be gone

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Oh, someday she'll be gone

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Oh, someday she'll be gone

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(We'll still have her song to sing)

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Sing softly, bring me to the lake

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Sing softly, sing me to the lake