Song of 27
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Lyrics for Song of 27 by Richard Buckner
Songwriters: Buckner, Richard
Though, I may be miles away from her
So, put your little hand away
When you wake up, I'll be all right
And pour that last year down my throat
The wind has wept and the sky is slurred
27, take me home
I've never seen a moon so high
A pocket knife for long nights
A locket just for good luck
And the last one was, man, the last one was
But we slept through the sunrise, too
Her name hangs down from there, tonight
On nights like this, my hope returns
And a sleepy little dreamer
With still, miles to go
I've seen such needy days before
The first of many fits
I'm dreaming still of who you were
So check your lock and close your eyes
The days will fade and the nights will burn
Never tell them where it hurts
Though, I may be miles away from her
I see her in the doorway
Staring a hole through it all
And keep your bullet, safe inside

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