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The volunteers come for your prayers and some souvenirs, With ivory skin and boycott lessons Year after year. Well I'm tracing your face up in the space of the bottom bunk, Oh Cordova. Where I cried and I cried, I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have, The things that I didn't have. Now you come to me With revolution's infidelity, With blacklisted friends and tupperware kin, And your big history. Well I'm tracing your face up in the space of the bottom bunk, Oh Cordova. Where I cried and I cried, I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have, The things that I didn't have. I memorize the lullabies of dwindling lives. The lay of the land, the touch of each hand We lose by and by. I'm tracing your face up in the space of the bottom bunk, Oh Cordova. Where I cried and I cried, I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have, The things that I didn't have. Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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