How is
The little pilgrims progress
Does he endeavour to perservere
Close mantled to knives and kisses
Just like
When you were here
What little he had
From him it was taken
For in the small things he could not be trusted
Arrowhead
Arrowhead
Run motor city rusted
Nailed to the floor by an old time gaze
Who is who was who is to come
Given to other lips
Spoken on other tounges
Where are you and where have you been
Hold fast hold fast
Till he come again
Would it do
Would it do any good
To be able to remember
The white of the page
The black of the ink
Thrown overboard lest the whole ship sink
You talk this way
As you go walkin
Weavin your way through the straw
It comes so slow
And leaves so quick
Under grace
We strike the striken law
Do tell How is The little pilgrims progress Does he endeavour to perservere Close mantled to knives and kisses Just like When you were here What little he had From him it was taken For in the small things he could not be trusted Arrowhead Arrowhead Run motor city rusted Nailed to the floor by an old time gaze Who is who was who is to come Given to other lips Spoken on other tounges Where are you and where have you been Hold fast hold fast Till he come again Would it do Would it do any good To be able to remember The white of the page The black of the ink Thrown overboard lest the whole ship sink You talk this way As you go walkin Weavin your way through the straw It comes so slow And leaves so quick Under grace We strike the striken law Explain Request ×
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