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Daniel Lanois For The Beauty Of Wynona

a hell it is, what a life I burn my fingers, why don't you laugh with the rest who know it well I tripped and then I fell for the beauty of Wynona

patriot's nest Doing what's best, kicking out the face of a mother's son. Beatrice I like your smile, makes me want to own you Well okay just for a while

what a hell it is, what a life I burn my fingers, why don't you laugh with the rest who know it well I tripped and then I fell for the beauty of Wynona

I'm watching the rain clouds in the sky roll in I'm sick of these red pills, sick of the dealer's grin Daniel, Daniel by the bonfires On the telephone

Union Station, tombstone high No more tears, this fountain dry Nameless faces, just headlines We don't ride that train no more No resistance, turn my

it I wanna know... Oh brother, brother, brother brother of mine Oh sister, sister, sister sister of mine... look for my brother look for my brother look for my brother look for

pulling at your heart, with the unbreakable chain And you, you put an ad in the paper - it's foolish but maybe maybe he'll see cause he's searching for