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The Decemberists
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Song for the Myla Goldberg
Lyricist:Colin Patrick Meloy
Myla Goldberg Sets a steady hand upon her brow Myla Goldberg Hangs a crooked foor all upside down
It comes around, it comes around It comes around, it comes around It comes around, it comes around It comes around, it comes around
Pretty hands do pretty things When pretty times arise Seraphim in seaweed swim Where stick-limbed Myla lies
It comes around, it comes around It comes around, it comes around It comes around, it comes around It comes around, it comes around
Still now you're waiting to grow Inside you're old Sew wings to your pigeon toes Put paper to pen and spell out Eliza
We begin with sticky shins Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Make sticky then our shoes Shoes beget to clothes And hat 'til sticky's sticking too
Finiculi, finicula, finiculi, finicula Finiculi, finicula, finiculi, finicula
Listen in as shin-kicked Jim Relates his story sad 'Bout a boy who kicked Until his shins were all but rubber bands
But now I know New York, I need New York I know I need unique New York I know New York, I need New York I know I need unique New York
Still now you're waiting to grow Inside you're old Sew wings to your pigeon toes Put paper to pen and spell out Eliza
Eliza, Eliza It comes around, it comes around It comes around
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