TAQOMA
Lyrics Damien Jurado

Written by: Damien Jurado

Produced by: Richard Swift, Damien Jurado

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Flown out from the window
Flown out from the green
A match to any ceiling
Voices from the flame

In the long run
In the long run

So long at pretending
I was once your boy
Ships out on the landing
Faces you'll avoid

In the long run
In the long run
In the long run
In the long run

Everybody want to be some somebody
Don't you want somebody for your own?
Everybody want to be some somebody
Don't you want somebody for your own?

Down to the road
Clover and gold
It's your own hand to hold

Staring me down
Swallowing sound
It's your own hand to hold

Everybody want to be some somebody
Don't you want somebody for your own?

Down to the road
Clover and gold
It's your own hand to hold

Staring me down
Swallowing sound
It's your own hand to hold

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