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Vic Chesnutt
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Strange Language
Lyricist:James Victor Chesnutt
Up on the bluff, where I wish I was Twisting up the pages of history My cold feet dangling, my bony arms gesturing To summon up a little chunk of that history
In the corridor the shadows are long And it messes with my equilibrium And there's strains of a strange language
Up on the bluff, where the hardwoods jut Out toward the gusts of history Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com My crusty mind cracks, my restless heart tracks The fractal lines of history
In the corridor the shadows are long And it messes with my equilibrium And there's strains of a strange language
In the corridor the shadows are long And it messes with my equilibrium And there's strains of a strange language
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