paroles de chanson Beyond The Fence - Iron & Wine
                                                Two 
                                                flat 
                                                tires 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                Model 
                                                T
 
                                    
                                
                                                Two 
                                                birds 
                                                fightin' 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                bug
 
                                    
                                
                                                Faded 
                                                squares 
                                                like 
                                                snowy 
                                                TV 
                                                screens
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                your 
                                                photographs 
                                                were 
                                                hung
 
                                    
                                
                                                Keep 
                                                Old 
                                                Glory 
                                                folded 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                shelf
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                    a 
                                                cabinet 
                                                full 
                                                of 
                                                guns
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sell 
                                                that 
                                                engine 
                                                block 
                                                to 
                                                someone 
                                                else
 
                                    
                                
                                                Maybe 
                                                they 
                                                can 
                                                make 
                                                it 
                                                run
 
                                    
                                
                                                How'd 
                                                that 
                                                calf 
                                                get 
                                                out 
                                                beyond 
                                                the 
                                                fence?
 
                                    
                                
                                                How'd 
                                                that 
                                                hole 
                                                get 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                jeans?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Movie 
                                                show 
                                                was 
                                                once 
                                                but 
                                                twenty 
                                                cents
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                mud 
                                                there 
                                                was 
                                                once 
                                                    a 
                                                stream
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                moon 
                                                is 
                                                high, 
                                                your 
                                                nose 
                                                is 
                                                burnt
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                dog 
                                                is 
                                                gone.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                mouth 
                                                is 
                                                dry, 
                                                the 
                                                milk 
                                                is 
                                                turned
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                Barbara's 
                                                home.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hand 
                                                in 
                                                hand 
                                                you 
                                                watch 
                                                the 
                                                sun 
                                                go 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                Colored 
                                                lullabye 
                                                of 
                                                God
 
                                    
                                
                                                Barbara 
                                                wears 
                                                her 
                                                mother's 
                                                old 
                                                nightgown
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sleepin' 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                nightlight 
                                                on
 
                                    
                                
                                                White 
                                                sheet 
                                                blowin' 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                short 
                                                clothesline
 
                                    
                                
                                                New 
                                                tree 
                                                bendin' 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                breeze
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                clock's 
                                                beautiful 
                                                but 
                                                can't 
                                                keep 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                What's 
                                                that 
                                                scar 
                                                on 
                                                both 
                                                your 
                                                knees?
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                moon 
                                                is 
                                                high, 
                                                your 
                                                nose 
                                                is 
                                                burned
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                dog 
                                                is 
                                                gone.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                mouth 
                                                is 
                                                dry, 
                                                the 
                                                milk 
                                                has 
                                                turned
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                Barbara's 
                                                home.
 
                                    
                                 
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