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Devendra Banhart - At the Hop lyrics
Put me in your suitcase Let me help you pack 'Cause you're never coming back No, you're never coming back Cook me in your breakfast And put me on your plate 'Cause you know I taste great Yeah, you know I taste great At the hop, it's greaseball heaven With candy pants and Archie too Put me in your dry dream Or put me in your wet If you haven't yet No, if you haven't yet Light me with your candle And watch the flames grow high No, it doesn't have to try It doesn't have to try Well, I won't stop all of my pretending That you'll come home You'll be coming home someday soon Put me in your blue skies Or put me in your grey There's gotta be some way There's gotta be some way Put me in your tongue tie Make it hard to say That you ain't gonna stay That you ain't gonna stay Wrap me in your marrow Stuff me in your bones Sing a mending moan A song to bring you home |
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