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All Souls - PJ Harvey
Lyrics by：PJ Harvey
Composed by：PJ Harvey
Produced by：Flood/John Parish
A carnival a flesh farewell
Hiessens rising from the from the dead
Wyman-elvis calls our gurrel
And counts the ash to where to where he bled
One two three four five six seven eight
At the first a crimson mist
At the second sleeplessness
At the third a broken tryst
At the fourth a lwonesomeness
Gawly the sweethearts leaves
The soldier's tears
The riddle river grieves
Wyman-elvis disappears
Only in a scrid of flesh
Hooked upon the hart's-tongue fern
Only by her own gooseflesh
Knows she somewhen he'll return
