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Yield (Lyric) by wilco
Dear Mary,
Your maudlin ways are wearing thin
and its coming apart
at the seams of your dress
while the stars count the people below.
Dear Sadie,
Iâd like to wait a little while
before we start again
until youâve had time to sober up
and think about how tonight would end.
Dear waitress,
Iâd like to get my change
so I can change myself
and be better than I was when I came through the door.
After all I wanted was your love
and a safe place
to hang my head
I wonât fall asleep in your arms
wondering why we donât talk anymore.
Iâm so tired of fighting
and everybody needs a place to rest
Dear Father,
Iâd like to give away my cape
I didnât realize
what it means to be Superman these days.
Thatâs just a game that children play.
Dear Jesus,
please donât think me a waste
just because Iâve wasted so many days
since I left her heart beating beneath that cross
in time with church bells singing songs
of faith and things
that I donât need
and fall asleep asking why
God and I donât talk much anymore.
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Arithmetic Mean: 7.8333335
Weighted score: 5.7620006
Overall Rank: 1787
Posted: September 29, 2005 9:35 PM PDT; Last modified: September 29, 2005 9:35 PM PDT
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