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SUMMER OF MY CONTENT (do believe) IN THE SUMMER OF MY CONTENT DON'T FORGET HIM, LEAVE HIM DRUNK OUT ON A FENCE AND EVERY COMPLIMENT, EVERY SCAR STILL HAS A NAME TO CONCEIVE OF FICTION AND LEAVE IT GRACELESS ON THE PAGE DO BELIEVE FOR IN THE 11TH HOUR WE MOAN LIKE NEED ALL THE LADIES KEEPING EYES SHUT TO THE WAR YOU'VE GOT THE SITUATION IN THE TWILIGHT AFTERFALL SO WITH YOUR HANDLIKE WOMB KEEPING WARM THIS SOILED HOPE SHRUG OFF THIS RUNAROUND AND SWEETEN HOME DO BELIEVE FOR IN THE 11TH HOUR WE MOAN LIKE NEED IN THE SPRING OF THIS THORNLESS DANCE DON'T LAPSE INTO BEDLAM WITH YOUR LAST SIGHING STANCE CRADLE OR SUFFOCATE YOUR MISTAKES THEY ARE YOUR OWN SENDING OUT A WISH TO BE UNDER WHELMED DO BELIEVE FOR IN THE 11TH HOUR WE MOAN LIKE NEED IN THE SUMMER OF MY CONTENT Written by: Steven Gullett
Year: 1996.14 Performed by: Solo Recordings: Tape Rec. Highland, Half Canal St. 5/7/96 Chords: |