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Antje Duvekot
ANABELLE
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Anabelle is chasing gravel angels
Mama's counting the lines on her face
In her sleep she has seen herds of black sheep
They are circling the compounds of disgrace
And boys grow out of the rust
Spin their wheels and turn to dust
On Black Bird Lane, I can hear my mama singing,
"Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah"
Mama she is strong and there's power in her bones
Papa don't talk, he stopped long ago
Anabelle is dreaming, she is chasing down the street
Tiny gravel angels, flying at her feet
And boys grow out of the rust
Spin their wheels and turn to dust
On Black Bird Lane, I can hear my mama singing,
"Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah,
hallelujah, hallelujah"
Anabelle is making dirty coffee
Been living all these years on Black Bird Lane
In her sleep she has seen herds of black sheep
Circling the compounds of disgrace
Boys grow out of the rust
Spin their wheels and turn to dust
On Black Bird Lane, I can hear my mama singing,
"Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah"
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Anabelle is chasing gravel angels Mama's counting the lines on her face In her sleep she has seen herds of black sheep They are circling the compounds of disgrace And boys grow out of the rust Spin their wheels and turn to dust On Black Bird Lane, I can hear my mama singing, "Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah" Mama she is strong and there's power in her bones Papa don't talk, he stopped long ago Anabelle is dreaming, she is chasing down the street Tiny gravel angels, flying at her feet And boys grow out of the rust Spin their wheels and turn to dust On Black Bird Lane, I can hear my mama singing, "Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah" Anabelle is making dirty coffee Been living all these years on Black Bird Lane In her sleep she has seen herds of black sheep Circling the compounds of disgrace Boys grow out of the rust Spin their wheels and turn to dust On Black Bird Lane, I can hear my mama singing, "Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah"
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