Lay thee down. Park your head upon my pillow. Naked trees they dress in crows, Greet the horses coming nearer. Through the rains that bring you down. You're a man, humble as a hope. Oh-oh-oh, lay with me. Oh, closer to my body. Oh-oh-oh-oh. When things go wrong, you'll find you're a bleeder. You're a man, humble as a hope. Oh-oh-oh, lay with me. Oh, closer to my body. Oh-oh-oh-oh. When things go wrong, you'll find you're a bleeder. Oh, when things go wrong, you'll find you're a believer.
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