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without the weight of wanting
Never mind these tired hands
I knew that sometimes you gotta work
To be a man 

In that quarried stone
Every letter holds

brother could
Live without the weight of wanting
Didn't mind these tired hands 
Cause I knew that sometimes you've gotta work
To Be A Man

In that quarried

find
When moonshine combine with the baseline
I speak a story, of the low class, now quarried
Liquor store on the corner, cheap vice in a hurry

Got

He was rung
Show me justice from right
She was slung
Show me smiles in the night
They tell stories
How they pleaded their young
We were quarried
RN's

Tried to make a house a home
Buried all our lovers' bones
Quarried all the local stone
The classical arch, the Roman dome
Oooh, good for you
Plant

Quarried from my soul by a gardener's trowel

I want to be sweet and soft again
And spread my roots like ube and pumpkin

Amaranthine snowflakes and kindling

to recoup
And take tally what you've lost
Eat some chicken noodle soup
All the chocolate in the house

La Pietà carved out of marble
Quarried out of northern

stepping out into the cloud
Quarried hands and stony face
I will bend I will not break
Still it seems the brightness changed in you

Hasn't it all been

through the centuries
Not your scholars, or quarried stone, not your fishing fleet
Not three castles on ridges high
Can a secret keep

At Aberdeen, I am

dream of what could've been
If we'd only done things differently

We smashed this sacred cliff face,
Quarried up its nose
Punched it into shapes

(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)

All quarried out, but
Not one of your sting
I know your storm light
Will rise up again
Across the wave

(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh,