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Elvis Costello - Favourite Hour Lyrics

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  • Figure hanging on a leather band
  • Cog consults the watch he cups in his hand
  • Bejewelled movement measures lost and vanished time
  • Pray for the boy who makes his bed in cold earth and quicklime
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  • So stay the hands, arrest the time
  • till I am captured by your touch
  • Blessings I dont count
  • Small mercies and such
  • The flags may lower as we approach the favourite hour
  • Now theres a tragic waste of brutal youth
  • Strip and polish this unvarnished truth
  • The tricky door that gapes beneath the ragged noose
  • The crippled verdict begs again for the lamest excuse
  • Chorus
  • Pull out my eyes so I may never spy
  • Waving branches as theyre waving goodbye
  • Their vile perfume brings to my mouth a bitter taste
  • The murmuring brooks had best speak up, its a terrible waste
  • Chorus

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