[ti:Letter to Bowie Knife]
[ar:Calexico]
[al:Garden Ruin]

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[00:00.00]Calexico - Letter to Bowie Knife
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[00:16.20]Everyday on my way home
[00:27.70]The clouds would break and the angels
[00:31.34]Would sing their refrain
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[00:39.63]This world's an ungodly place
[00:45.72]Strangled by vines unchaste
[00:51.41]So with my shining blade of steel
[00:54.94]I would cut a path wide
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[01:03.45]Dipped in the ink of the fight
[01:09.51]Written clean through the night
[01:15.39]Mark my words upon the front page
[01:19.36]To set my world straight
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[01:26.33]It's too late, it's too late....
[01:44.77]Just like I found it, my world is split
[01:49.56]Right down the spine
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[02:01.21]Years bled dry now ripe for a reckoning
[02:07.08]My blade's back slash beckoning
[02:13.31]Slice my wounds and I make the sign one more time
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[02:24.35]Come on. come on. come home. come home
[02:35.53]Yeah it's too late, it's too late
[02:38.72]It's too late, to refrain...refrain...refrain...
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[02:54.48]Did those angels ever sing?
[02:58.54]Sliced my world in two
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[03:06.00]END