Lakes
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Carrying pails of water out of this city
Sitting in an old house where the floors are creaking
Get time on my side and maybe I'll win it
While they all walk by, oh they look so pretty
Hear the sound come creeping in
I can feel it crawling down my skin again
Always thought my lover would have blue eyes
Kick back a few beers with some friends that I've needed
In an old gold field where the lakes are streaming
And they all walk by, god damn are they pretty
As we carry these pails out of this old city
Hear the sound come creeping in
I can feel it crawling down my skin again
Always thought my lover would have blue eyes
Don't go knocking on strangers doors
I won't go counting on a stranger