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So, we'll play it out like Young children in beat up Wranglers jeans Taping mohawks to the heads of G.I. Joes and Screaming out for our All American Hero What you can't hear, nobody knows So Elliott goes I will wish you a ring of gold A cloak of white I will wish you a Solemn Sunday I will blow you a kiss from the south wind Your hands tied by the weight of it What you can't catch, you cannot hold So Elliott goes I like living by this lake The breeze carries in all the sadness The tears of a thousand dead sailors Hit the ground with the rain Elliott, what a shame that Your hands are freed by the weight of it What you can catch you certainly can hold So Elliott goes
