the storms come like a sickness,
Blacking out the ceiling of the seaway
you should begin to blow home
Blow along the ditches of the freeway
Cause when my body's buzzing
Mary Lynn, oh how thinly it stays
The touching towns stretch
As we take the ferry to an is land
Where all the deafening gusts
Where every blackberry in
When your body's steaming
Maryland, I have sinned in more ways
Than I could ever tell you with a stray face
But it gets so hot before the chill comes
So much will rot in its welcoming,
And oh, I know it won't be long
before it finally does me in for good.
Yeah, storms have formed,
you should begin to blow home
Notting off the bell -ringed sun,
The ever -growing holiness
we blinded and then put behind
Bouncing with the night boughs
that are heavy with their kind
Brushing with the snow melt
It's a love too large to use,
too large not to lose or abuse
It's a love too large to use,
too large not to lose or abuse
It's a love too large to use,
and you know how it does me in
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