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the hundred in the hands - pigeons lyrics

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sat-rday comes, sunday comes, we go
sat-rday comes, sunday comes, we go
sat-rday comes, sunday comes, we go
sat-rday comes, sunday comes, we go

kicking on the edge of town
counting all the pigeons down
walking in the steps of men
i have the feeling they’re not breathing

she’s shaking like a rattle
sneaking out, the hour’s still
waiting for the room to fall in
watching the time unwind

sat-rday, sat-rday
sat-rday comes, sunday comes, we go
sat-rday, sat-rday
we go!

kicking on the edge of town
counting all the pigeons down
walking in the steps of men
i have the feeling they’re not bleeding

laughing like a right-loon
slavering at the silvery moon
waiting for the room to fall in
waiting for him to come

sat-rday, sat-rday
sat-rday comes, sunday comes
we go
sat-rday, sat-rday
we go

she is still not still is not still
he is here and not here at all

cold grey morning, waking in his room she goes
crawling out the window
climbing up the crooked stairs
above the ceiling leaning tracing pigeons
turning circles in the morning sky

i don’t know why, you don’t just fly away
fly away, fly away

sat-rday comes, sunday comes, we go
sat-rday comes, sunday comes, we go
sat-rday comes, sunday comes, we go
(i don’t know why, you don’t just fly away
away, away, away)
sat-rday comes, sunday comes, we go
(i don’t know why, you don’t just fly away
away, away, away)
we go

- the hundred in the hands lyrics

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