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Grateful Dead The Eleven

High green chilly winds and windy vines In loops around the twisted shafts of lavender, They're crawling to the sun. Underfoot the ground is patched

No more time to tell how This is the season of what Now is the time of returning Of jewels polished and gleaming Now is the time past believing The child

High green chilly winds and windy vines In loops around the twisted shafts of lavender, They're crawling to the sun. Underfoot the ground is patched

cut Or went weeks without seeing money, you need to keep your mouth shut Cause folks in wheelchairs, and others layed up in hospital beds And people suffering till they drop dead

Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home with you? Tell your mama and your papa I'm a little schoolboy too Come on now pretty baby, I just can'

could change My mind is stuck in the past no hope there to be fed Cause I can't turn the channel like the remote battery's dead And out my heart I can

about to happen in the next few hours, I've entered a world with billions of flowers Pixies all dancing all around my head Chillin' to the melodies of the Grateful Dead

about to happen in the next few hours, I've entered a world with billions of flowers Pixies all dancing all around my head Chillin' to the melodies of the Grateful Dead

day My true love gave to me Twelve drummers drumming Everybody could use a good drummer Yeah, I could use twelve drummers Yeah The Grateful Dead had