Contextual Analysis of "i am going away. the men are all gorgeous down here. long and brown like deer. and she's always arriving in her dark river skirt. winding holes through the valley. bending bones in the dirt. hiding poems i had tossed under blankets of sand. babe" in Lyrics

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i am going

i am going away. the men are all gorgeous down here. long and brown like deer. and she's always arriving in her dark river skirt. winding holes through the valley. bending bones in the dirt. hiding poems i had tossed under blankets of sand. babe

i am sorry. i'm sorry i am. it never gets cold way down here. i can live off of watermelons and beer. and i'll never go hungry; i will never go home. never call to my lover

south (of america)

Singer: phosphorescent

i am going

i am going away. the men are all gorgeous down here. long and brown like deer. and she's always arriving in her dark river skirt. winding holes through the valley. bending bones in the dirt. hiding poems i had tossed under blankets of sand. babe

i am sorry. i'm sorry i am. it never gets cold way down here. i can live off of watermelons and beer. and i'll never go hungry; i will never go home. never call to my lover

crssk.

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i am going

i am going away. the men are all gorgeous down here. long and brown like deer. and she's always arriving in her dark river skirt. winding holes through the valley. bending bones in the dirt. hiding poems i had tossed under blankets of sand. babe

i am sorry. i'm sorry i am. it never gets cold way down here. i can live off of watermelons and beer. and i'll never go hungry; i will never go home. never call to my lover

south (of america)

phosphorescent

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