Sunday, October 5, 2008

JEFF BUCKLEY

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The Prodigal

People Talking Strange
You can't understand their language
Your wondering 
How you ever got this low
But if you've left your harp 
Hanging on the willow 
Reach out 
You still can sing a happy song
Brush the dirt off 
And get yourself together.
There's lots of love
Waiting at the table.
Bundle up your pride 
And cast it to the fore winds
Take instead the wisdom you've acquired




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