Maps And Atlases
Carrying the Wet Wood
At the top, of the garageWe had the proofThat our jackets were just like parachutesAt the top, of the garageWe had the proofThat our jackets were just like parachutesWhy did you tell me, oh whyThere was nothing left to climbThere was nowhere left to hideAll tall things have gone insideWhy did you tell me, oh whyThere was nothing left to climbThere was nowhere left to hideAll tall things have gone insideAt the top, of the garageWe had the proofThat our jackets were just like parachutesAt the top, of the garageWe had the proofWe had the proofSongtexteLets carry the wet wood away from the shedSo there's somewhere for them, to rest their headsLets carry the wet wood away from the shedSo there's somewhere for them, to rest their headsLets carry the wet wood away from the shedSo there's somewhere for them, to rest their headsTo rest their headsAt the top, of the garageWe had the proofThat our jackets were just like parachutes
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