Marguerita

Rebecca Loebe

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    When I leave I'll leave the sun hanging straight up in the sky
    The apples in their baskets; let 'em rot and turn to wine
    The cold averted glances, the fear in my bones
    When I leave I'll leave the long arm and the trips behind the shed
    The bundles in my mattress, the shaking of their heads
    I'll fare the well to no one; I will disappear

    Margarita, you're the reason I've been up at dawn
    Marguerita, you're the reason I've been holding on
    Marguerita, you're the queen of every beggar's son
    Marguerita

    When I leave I'll leave completely with a suitcase full of cash
    I'll uncross every border, I'll untake every breath
    Til we're standing in a chapel making promises
    The girls'll get new dresses, the boys get baseball caps
    I will answer every question, we'll dance til every last
    Drop of celebration has been rung out of our shoes
    We'll make love 'til the morning, make love 'til we can't move

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    Marguerita, you're the reason I've been up at dawn
    Marguerita, you're the reason I've been holding on
    Marguerita, you're the queen of every beggar's son
    Marguerita, Marguerita

    It was early in November on a cloudless sunny day
    The sky grew thick with thunder, the birds all flew away
    They shackled us like killers; we walked in single file
    Marguerita, they've been talking oh but I ain't heard a word
    I've been dreaming you can see me in my cell of steel and dirt
    Hidden from the sun hanging straight up in the sky
    I've been plucked like an apple left to rot and turn to wine

    Marguerita, you're the reason I've been up at dawn
    Marguerita, you're the reason I've been holding on
    Marguerita, you're the queen of every beggar's son
    Marguerita, Marguerita, Marguerita, Marguerita

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    Composition: Rebecca Loebe

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