Okkervil River - He Passes Number Thirty-Three Lyrkit'te

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He Passes Number Thirty-Three

He Passes Number Thirty-Three

(albüm: Stars Too Small To Use - 1999)

There's no beast, obviously. The floor just creaks, obviously. The morning with coffee was snowy and sweet, and there was this small, snow-white dog who was barking at our feet, honestly. Drove all day to the vacant beach. Grey mist hanging over the sea, alleys clogged with magazines, and the boardwalk is empty. The house in the valley is open this week. Imagine the sea looking in at the slowly moving sheets honestly. If you feel weak, leave it to me. If you need sleep, leave it to me. Need wool socks for your feet, leave it to me. Need a walk on the beach, leave it to me. A shoulder on which to sleep, an ear into which to weep, leave it to me. And leave it to me to not speak when I pass you on the street, leave it to me to feel weak, to run from your feet. Leave it to me to not speak when I pass you on the street, leave it to me to feel weak, leave it to me, number thirty-three, leave it to me.

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