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Indigo Girls 1200 Curfews

Leavin' ain't fair, you know Partin' ain't just, people got to move on People got to do what they must And we're back together again And I'm never gonna

Indian legislation's on the desk of a do right Congressman And he don't know much about the issues So he picks up the phone and asks the advice Of the

We were down at Dead Man's Hill Smoking vines like cigarettes Looking through the trashy mags Trying to feel what's coming next You told me of crashing

only joking, brother (Dancing up to the bright side) Gravel and glass on the bottom of my feet I bruised my heels on the swollen street We were girls

During the time of which I speak It was hard to turn the other cheek To the blows of insecurity Feeding the cancer of my intellect The blood of love soon

It's comin' on Christmas They're cuttin' down trees Puttin' up reindeer And singin' songs of joy and peace I wish I had a river I could skate away on

I don't know if it was real or in a dream Lately waking up I'm not sure where I've been There was a table set for six and five were there I stood outside

i thought the time was passed when i could find beauty in a birds i set the stage and the scenery rehearsing every word yeah but when i tried to make

I'm comin' home with a stone Strapped onto my back I'm comin' home with a burnin' hope Turnin' all my blues to black I'm lookin' for a sacred hand To