Indigo Girls

Indigo Girls - (unknown) lyrics

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me and my baby

we drank some magic tea

we're crusing down the rural roads

aesthetics of poverty 



i'm going down for the last time

i shifted to my level

can you receive what you give me

somebody should set you free 



in the morning

when you wash your hair

i love those simple things that

make me know your there 



come every sunday evening

it's leftovers from the weekenders

lost limbs to identify

frustration for the grieving
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Language: English

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