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Cowboy Junkies In The Time Before Llamas

He may feel all your charms He may hold you in his arms but I'm the one who let you in I was right beside you then Once upon a time you let me feel you

drunken hand I'm travelling paths travelled hard before and I'm beginning to understand That I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt and light before

those desires which we all know so well His days he lost to promises, his nights he purged of dreams and he would wake in the hours before sunrise and

Michael Timmins It's the kind of night that's so cold when you spit it freezes before it hits the ground. And when a bum asks you for a quarter you

Robert Johnson Early this morning, he knocked on my door Early this morning he knocked on my door I said "Hello, Satan, I believe it's time to go"

Margo and Michael Timmins I buried him down by the river 'cause thats where he liked to be. And every night when the moon is full I go there and weep

Lou Reed Anyone who's ever had a heart Wouldn't turn around and break it and anyone who's ever played a part Wouldn't turn around and hate it Sweet

noticed the sound the streetcars make as they pass my window Which reminds me that I forgot to close the blind again Yeah, sure I'll admit there are times

so that's alright. As she placed a nickel in the basket that I held before her I asked her to be my wife. There's one cardboard heart for every time