The volunteers come for your prayers
And some souvenirs
With ivory skin, boycott lessons
Year after year
Well, I'm tracing your face up in the space
Of the bottom bunk, oh, Cordova
Where I cried and I cried
I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have
The things I didn't have
Now you come to me
Revolution's infidelity
Blacklisted friends and Tupperware kin
And your big history
So I'm tracing your face up in the space
Of the bottom bunk, oh, Cordova
Where I cried and I cried
I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have
The things I didn't have
I memorize the lullabies
Of dwindling lives
The lay of the land, the touch of each hand
We lose by and by
So I'm tracing your face up in the space
Of the bottom bunk, oh, Cordova
Where I cried and I cried
I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have
The things I didn't have

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