Текст песни Decemberists - Clementine

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You slept in your overalls
After the wrecking ball
Bereft you of house and home
And left you with sweet fuck-all

So we got in your car
With our kickabout hearts
And we hollered out 'sweet clementine'

Tell your mom to marry us
a candle to carry us
with cans on our bicycle fenders
so sweet and hilarious

And we'll find us a home
Built of packaging foam
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That will be there 'til after we die

BRIDGE

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And, i'll play the clarinet
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Use clamshells for castinets
We play with our bags on our shoulders
My sweet lady lioness

And I watch as you sleep
So indelibly deep
And I hum to you sweet clementine

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