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Glass Palace
Walkabouts lyrics
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A crooked road on a country mile The widow walks from a letter found (And) ties her hands in knots and chokes her disbelief (That) what's done is done and it's dine for good Afterwards Aftershocks in afterhours The truth it blurs O glass palace O glass palace Cleaned his guns for those who dug his grave The bullets flew, his luck it finally came That crooked road was long and he would never see it Crawled in a ditch and then he almost prayed Afterwards Aftershocks in afterhours The truth it blurs O glass palace O glass palace Heard it all I heard it shatter Afterwards Aftershocks in afterhours The truth it blurs O glass palace O glass palace Heard it all I heard it shatter Return to Walkabouts lyrics |
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