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Song For Myla Goldberg - The Decemberists (十二月党)

Myla Goldberg

Sets a steady hand upon her brow

Myla Goldberg

Hangs a crooked foor all upside down

It comes around it comes around

It comes around it comes around

It comes around it comes around

It comes around it comes around

Pretty hands do pretty things

When pretty times arise

Seraphim in seaweed swim

Where stick-limbed Myla lies

It comes around it comes around

It comes around it comes around

It comes around it comes around

It comes around it comes around

Still now you're waiting to grow

Inside you're old

Sew wings to your pigeon toes

Put paper to pen and spell out Eliza

We begin with sticky shins

Make sticky then our shoes

Shoes beget to clothes

And hat 'til sticky's sticking too

Finiculi finicula finiculi finicula

Finiculi finicula finiculi finicula

Listen in as shin-kicked Jim

Relates his story sad

'Bout a boy who kicked

Until his shins were all but rubber bands

But now I know New York I need New York

I know I need unique New York

I know New York I need New York

I know I need unique New York

Still now you're waiting to grow

Inside you're old

Sew wings to your pigeon toes

Put paper to pen and spell out Eliza

Eliza Eliza

It comes around it comes around

It comes around

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