Lay thee down.
Park your head upon my pillow.
Naked trees they dress in crows,
Greet the horses coming nearer.
Through the rains that bring you down.
You're a man, humble as a hope.
Oh-oh-oh, lay with me.
Oh, closer to my body.
Oh-oh-oh-oh.
When things go wrong, you'll find you're a bleeder.
You're a man, humble as a hope.
Oh-oh-oh, lay with me.
Oh, closer to my body.
Oh-oh-oh-oh.
When things go wrong, you'll find you're a bleeder.
Oh, when things go wrong, you'll find you're a believer.
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