won't burn easily
The thrushes sing
Still my lover won't return to me
Wild parsnips they still scar my lungs
While thistles will burn my feet »
Souverian Noble Beast
by Andrew Bird
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an astral-projectionist
And I want nothing to do with it
But we get on fine
I know a girl called Kris
Who eats celery and parsnips
And I eat fish and chips
But we »
Cliched Title for Kris First Tape
by The Lucksmiths
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Everything was in there
That you'd want to see
Corned beef and onions
And true love
Turnips and tinned tomatoes
Parsnips and a few potatoes »
Old Pigweed The Ragpicker's Dream
by Mark Knopfler
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