Whole Wide World Songtext

Mountain Goats, The

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Whole Wide World Songtext
The last of the repercussions

Died off real slow

The sky was still

The cold sun sank down beneath the snow

I hung by my hand
From the tree outside

I looked on

The Whole Wide World



The voices came quietly

I shut them down

Tricky young southerly wind

Came at me with it's high whistling sound

I turned around to face it

With real arrogance burning inside
And I drank in

The Whole Wide World
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