Leaving the City - Joanna Newsom

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[00:12.839]Hay and a clean stall
[00:17.463]And ivy on a garden wall
[00:24.020]And a sign saying sold
[00:27.337]And an old coat for the bad cold
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[00:42.958]I believe in you
[00:46.772]Do you believe in me?
[00:50.090]What do you wanna do?
[00:53.146]Are we leaving the city?
[00:56.803]On the black road
[01:00.931]Through the gold fields
[01:03.778]While the fields are plowed
[01:07.357]Towards what we are allowed
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[01:23.004]The bridle bends in idle hands
[01:25.329]And slows your canter to a trot
[01:27.732]We mean to stop in increments
[01:30.162]But can't commit, we post and sit in impotence
[01:34.054]The harder you hit, the deeper the dent
[01:36.457]We seek our name, we seek our fame
[01:38.991]And our credentials, paned in glass
[01:41.603]Trained to master incidentals
[01:44.189]Bleach our collar, leach our dollar
[01:46.671]From our cents
[01:47.664]The longer you live, the higher the rent
[01:50.197]Beneath the pale sky
[01:53.881]Beside the red barn
[01:56.885]Below the white clouds
[02:00.594]Is all we are allowed
[02:04.277]Here, the light will seep
[02:08.875]And the scythe will reap
[02:12.349]And spirit will rend
[02:16.006]In counting toward the end
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[02:24.914]In December of that year
[02:27.082]The word came down that she was here
[02:29.616]The days grew shorter
[02:30.818]I was sure if she came 'round
[02:33.169]I'd hold my ground, I'd endure
[02:35.833]But they'd alluded to a change
[02:38.420]That came to pass
[02:39.700]And spring, deranged, weeping grass and sleepless broke
[02:43.540]Herself upon my windowglass
[02:46.100]And I could barely breathe for seeing
[02:48.686]All the splintered light that leaked
[02:51.402]Her fissures fleeing, launched in flight
[02:53.806]Unstaunched daylight, brightly bleeding
[02:56.653]Bleached the night with dawn deleting
[02:59.135]In that high sun after our good run
[03:06.841]When the spirit bends
[03:11.177]Beneath knowing it must end
[03:14.521]And that is all I want here
[03:18.256]To draw my gaunt spirit to bow
[03:25.806]Beneath what I am allowed
[03:29.881]Beneath what I am allowed
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