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Indigo Girls Swamp Ophelia

The thin horizon of a plan is almost clear My friends and I have had a tough time Bruising our brains hard up against change All the old dogs and the

I'm harboring a fugitive defector of a kind And she lives in my soul, drinks of my wine And I'd give my last breath to keep us alive Are they coming

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

I'm harboring a fugitive a defector of a kind And she lives in my soul and drinks of my wine And I'd give my last breath to keep us alive Are they coming

die for I can hardly think of two But not everything is better spoken aloud Not when I'm talking to you Oh the pirate gets the ship and the girl tonight

with me now It's not worth it if you don't Are you hiding I am hiding Cypress moon I'm bald in June Like granite in a stream Swamp Ophelia I'm torn down

I had guards like watchdogs, dogs in a manger I could feel the protection, possession and anger I drove out of there with no one behind me Feeling funny

Now the parking lot is empty Everyone's gone someplace I pick you up and in the trunk I've packed A cooler and a two-day suitcase Cause there's a place