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Andrew Bird Lyrics

12. Nuthinduan Waltz

Performed as Bowl Of Fire



I'm just an old yout, with a cane made of root
And a dog with a nasal disease
I sit when it's breezing, my dogs always sneezing
I swear it's the voice of Louise

Why do you do when you don't have a clue
And the only thing doing is nothing at all
'Cept wait for night fall 
when the will of the wind 
has its way in the grass on a summer's day

And the rope ends that hung above layers 
of dung had little on all sides but air
In the buzzing dry wheat that wisps my bare feet, 
I step on my doggies despair

Why do you do when you don't have a clue
And the only thing doing is nothing at all
'Cept wait for night fall 
when the will of the wind 
has its way in the grass on a summer's day

I'm just an old yout, with a cane made of root
And a dog with a nasal disease


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