They just had a rough day :(
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They just had a rough day :(
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=_yldYQs_8lQ
warning ā ļøā ļøā ļø from 1:58-2:26 thereās overlapping voices/disjointed audio. people with auditory processing issues please use caution.
verses:
Mr Jackrabbit said to his bride
Your crown of roses makes you lovely as light
Now as I run down this rainy spring road
The primroses bloom and poke holes in my toes
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We were so young when they found us that day
We bled like the berries that grew up by the lake
Ripped that crown all woven and curled
The rain coming down like the end of the world
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I paced that room, and for the first time I prayed
I cut the wings off the birds who came too close to my chain
I stitched them on with a needle and thread
Gagged myself with a sheet that I tore off the bed
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Mr Jackrabbit got awfully low
Threw himself in the river when the bed overflowed
Swan downstream where he met a blackbird
A nest of skin is the last I heard
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I fled to the track as the sun came up
And my wings came loose with their sticky old blood
Iām off like a shot, Iām off after that train
And over the hills come the smell of the rain
And over the hills comes the smell of the rain
Rain
Itās the fantastic drowse of the afternoon Sundays, that bored you to rages of tears.