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Dirty Projectors

Just From Chevron

Where she collapses into the shore

Pump the byproduct and ask her for more

There a man lay dying in ice

Gasket hair busted out

Pinned down like a vice

As the sun sank into repose,

A friend knelt down

Listened into his dying words as he froze.

Tell my love don't mourn too intense

I'm going down to her great good expense

Now all the air is quiet and still

Wish I was back home on the [nell?] of the hill

Don't think I won't try

When I close my eyes

Whatever the people will drive

I swear I will survive

All of my friends my enemies too

Live in the shadows of the dirtiest few

Burns the land and it's paper to ruin

While winds always whistling an infinite tune

Don't think I wont try

When I close my eyes

Whatever the people will drive

I swear I will be alive

Don't think I won't try

When I close my eyes

Whatever the people will drive

I swear I will be alive

I swear I will be alive

I swear I will be alive

I swear I will be alive

I swear I will be alive

Now "So long," he whispered softly

Closing his eyelids with his face turning grey.

When the workers cleaned up the spill

Sent the man home to his nell in the hill.