Rusted Pipe - Anton Sanko, Suzanne Vega

    Now the time has come to speak
    I was not able
    And water through a rusted pipe
    Could make the sense that I do

    Gurgle, mutter
    Hiss, stutter
    Moan the words like water
    Rush and foam and choke

    Having waited
    This long of a winter
    I fear I only
    Croak and sigh

    Somewhere deep within
    Hear the creak
    That lets the tale begin

    Now the time has come to move
    I was not able
    Water through a rusted pipe
    Could make the moves that I do

    Stagger, stumble
    Trip, fumble
    I fear I only
    Slip and slide

    Somewhere deep within
    Hear the creak
    That lets the tale begin

    Somewhere deep within
    Hear the creak
    That lets the tale begin
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    Marco Giunco
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