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Black Francis( Frank Black )
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The End Of The Summer
Lyricist:Charles Michael Thompson
A house is made of mortar and wood Yet sinks in the mud to decay A house becomes a ghost in the hearts Of those who have gone far away
A town is born of silver and stone And beaten to sand by the tide A town becomes a mark on the soul Of those who will cross that divide
Come unto me, we'll lie in the grass We won't be ashamed, summer will pass Felling a tree to hide from the wild Weaving the reeds to cover our child
Save me, the ghost in my heart Save me, the mark on my soul Save me, the end of the summer Save me, I'm not feeling whole Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
A clan is made of marriage and blood The journey is our only prize And if a clan is rent into two You still have her lips and his eyes
Save me, the ghost in my heart Save me, the mark on my soul Save me, the end of the summer Save me, I'm not feeling whole
This place is made of water and rock Yet burns in the pyre of the stars My love for you is stronger than that I'll find you wherever you are
A house is made of wood The town is born of stone A clan is made of blood
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