Joanna Newsom - In California
LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
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My heart became a drunken runt
On the day i sunk in this shunt
To tap me clean
Of all the wonder
And the sorrow I have seen
Since I left my home:
My home on the old Milk Lake
Where the darkness does fall so fast
It feels like some kind of mistake
(Just like they told you it would;
just like the Tulgeywood).
When i came into my land
I did not understand:
Neither dry rot, nor the burn pile
Nor the bark-beetle, nor the dry well,
Nor the black bear.
But there is another,
who is a little older
When I broke my bone,
he carried me up from the riverside
To spend my life
in spitting distance,
of the love that I have known,
I must stay here, in an endless eventide.
And if you come
