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Hiss Golden Messenger
Hiss Golden Messenger
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Alexandra Sauser-Monnig
Alexandra Sauser-Monnig
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Bradley Cook
Bradley Cook
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Josh Kaufman
Josh Kaufman
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M.C. Taylor
M.C. Taylor
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Matt McCaughan
Matt McCaughan
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Phil Cook
Phil Cook
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Yes, then there came a stranger We'll call her Highland Grace A rearranger I'd been searching in the mirror But seeing my own face didn't make it any clearer I'd rage against the hard times While others smiled to say, "Hey, take it easy" Yes and lo, this little angel, was standing in the rain Oh, just what I needed Yes and, ain't that just like a Saturday child? Bound for Avalon with the birds 'round her head She loves with the love of a just like child I was a fool of the rule all before I met her Yes, Good morning, Matokie Well tell me 'bout those great expectations When I set the river on fire You laughed in my face When things got dire Yes, and sleep went to slaughter And I saw you drift away, farther and farther Yeah, my eyes pinned like diamonds, head of smoke for days I loved you, little liar Yes, and ain't that just like a Saturday child? Bound for Avalon with the birds 'round her head She loves the love, just like of a gentle child Was a fool for the rule And if you can't buy it And you stand and deny it And if you can't see it You refuse to believe it And if you can't account it You can't help but doubt it But loving her was easy The easiest thing in the world
Writer(s): Michael Carrington Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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