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from Broken Things by Micol Cazzell
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lyrics
All through the sun soaked valley
Our hopes and tears hit the ground
All down the tar-stained highway
Our poverty abounds
Down in this dark, dusty, dreary
Parched land that I call home
We shave off each sun soaked hour
Our hands picking at the bones
And when the sun sets upon
The stones that mark our graves
Then will we long
For the golden days
All through the sun soaked valley
We sit and wait for the day
When we can shed our sauce soaked day dreams
Pack up and make our escape
But sitting now in the quiet hour
Before the well runs dry
I’ll count off each sun soaked nightmare
As they go marching off to die
And when the sun sets upon
The stones that mark our graves
Then will we long
For the golden days
Our hopes and tears hit the ground
All down the tar-stained highway
Our poverty abounds
Down in this dark, dusty, dreary
Parched land that I call home
We shave off each sun soaked hour
Our hands picking at the bones
And when the sun sets upon
The stones that mark our graves
Then will we long
For the golden days
All through the sun soaked valley
We sit and wait for the day
When we can shed our sauce soaked day dreams
Pack up and make our escape
But sitting now in the quiet hour
Before the well runs dry
I’ll count off each sun soaked nightmare
As they go marching off to die
And when the sun sets upon
The stones that mark our graves
Then will we long
For the golden days
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from Broken Things,
released July 27, 2012
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