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You saw the sank in a fiery fault (?)
'Tween your nose and the wind on the bridge that night
Oh it's a cold one
Waiting for starlight
A fog rolled in and choked my eyes
And you and every other thing in sight
Was a pleasant
Convent (?)
To find
So Buffalo Girl, put on your dress,
I know how you hate to see my like this
In the tail pop tale of an evening past
Where the headlights fell
And the shadows cast
In the kind of
That never lasts
In the silence left from nothing told
There's four eyes fixed on the gravel road
And tender sorrow
Lots to go
So Buffalo Girl, put on your dress
I know how you hate to see my like this
Well the one thing was
That nothing said
These two hearts howling like they're going mad
And I know
I can't
Handle that
'Cause I'm a fumblin' fake and a fuckin' fool
And that's why I can't fall in love with you
And why to
And fro
Are all I do
So Buffalo Girl, put on your dress
I know how you hate to see my like this
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- Old Factory EP
- A Detailed Account Of Three Dreams
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- Old Factory
- Throatsleep
- Auld Lang Syne
- Serpentine (Radio Edit)
- Serpentine
- A Cork Tale Wake
- Paste mPlayer #7
- Wait, Skeleton.
- Poor Eliza
- The Asheville Squints
- No Silver
- Silence Is For Suckers
- Folk Music for the End of the World
- Now Hear This! February 2008
- Ioda SXSW Opening Day Bash Sampler 2008
- SXSW 2008 Showcasing Artists