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Cold - The Pines lyrics
It's the lines on your face
Playing on your face
Without thinking so much
As abandoning thought
I went through open country
Over water, meadows, streams
Lakes and wires and roosts in reeds
To a nest in the hole of this dead tree
To play without stopping or pause
Not for silence, not for applause
Not without thinking and thinking's abandoning thought
As I wind down the pines
It's the lines on your face
Playing on your face
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- Track 18 on Afterhours 5
- 17 Beginning of the Middle - Tom Middleton
- 19 Effect on Me - Mint Royale
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