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All the light and sound,

This little world's too fragile now,

And there's only one way out.

If you let me slide,

I'll do my best to make things right,

And I know where bound,

Keep going up and down,

Up and down.

 

Milk thistle, milk thistle,

Let me down slow,

Just help me down slow,

I've been carrying on.

I was poised for greatness,

I was down and out

I keep death at my heels

Like a basset hound

If i go to heaven,

I'll be bored as hell,

Like a crying baby at the bottom of a well.

 

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Conor Oberst - Milk Thistle

 

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