Clam, Crab, Cockle, Cowr
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That
means
no
Where
i
come
from
I
am
cold,
out
waiting
for
the
day
to
come
I
chew
my
lips
And
i
scratch
my
nose
Feels
so
good
to
be
a
rose
Oh
don't
Don't
you
lift
me
up
Like
i'm
that
shy
no-no-no-no-no,
just
give
it
up
See,
there
are
bats
all
dissolving
in
a
row
Into
the
wishy-washy
dark
that
can't
let
go
I
cannot
let
go
So
i
thank
the
lord
And
i
thank
his
sword
Though
it
be
mincing
up
the
morning,
slightly
bored
Oh
oh
oh,
morning
Without
warning
Like
a
hole
Oh,
and
i
watch
you
go
There
are
some
mornings
when
the
sky
looks
like
a
road
There
are
some
dragons
who
were
built
to
have
and
hold
And
some
machines
are
dropped
from
great
heights
lovingly
And
some
great
bellies
ache
with
many
bumblebees
And
they
sting
so
terribly
I
do
as
i
please
Now
i'm
on
my
knees
Your
skin
is
something
that
i
stir
into
my
tea
And
i
am
watching
you
And
you
are
starry,
starry,
starry
(and
you
will
never
Ever
know
how
Very
sorry
you
will
be
...
I
am)
And
i'm
tumbling
down
And
i
check
a
frown
Well
just
look
around
That's
why
i
love
this
town
To
see
me;
Serenaded
hourly
Celebrated
sourly
Dedicated
dourly
Waltzing
with
the
open
sea
Clam,
crab,
cockle,
cowrie
Will
you
just
look
at
me!
Oh,
oh,
oh,
oh
Oh,
oh,
oh,
oh
Autor: Joanna Newsom
Autor tekstu: Brak
Autor muzyki: Brak