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Agnes歌词

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01作词 : Vanessa Tinberus02 作曲 : Vanessa Tinberus03 编曲 : Vanessa Tinberus04You'll find the books and papers somewhere on those floorboards05My mother's dresses are folded exactly as they were before06This house has been haunted a little while ago so people stop coming around07But I'm pretty sure, it was her lingering to check if I'm doing well08Agnes was whistling by the lakeside09Her chiffon skirt lightly shined in the summer breeze10It was serene 25 degree11Rumor had it that she was the library of the town12It was fun to decipher how that could be13The source of wisdom's never been seen14Was she an outcast as well15Like my guitar and lonely self16What I needed was a lighthouse in the northern woods17I couldn't trek too far18Agnes was throwing pebbles into the lake19Her hair was cut short, resting on the blue sweater20It was homesick 17 degree21People in this town called me 'the guy from nowhere'22My stories were told from the strings to the air23She always stood with a child at the periphery24Did she wonder about my name25When I practiced by the lake26What I needed was a fiery ask in the northern woods27I couldn't trek too far28One day she knocked on my door29And handed me a snowdrop wrapped in a speckled cloth30'You remind me of my mother31Who got the same pair of emerald eyes'32Then we swapped the first quarter by the fireplace33She taught me how to whistle and baked a lemon cake before she left34'I don't have much to share'35Agnes appeared in the front row ever since36With a seasonal flower picked from her garden37Regardless of the weather38Sometimes I followed her to the Kingston's house39Where she would lecture the triplets and that child40She had the cheapest tuition hereabout41I was still trying to figure out42How she learned everything without43Further education beyond middle school44She grew up on her own45But she called this town home46Agnes would share the stories of every street47And the list of the shops that were once a hit48The owners moved away to chase some kind of dreams49I got introduced to old and young she bumped into50From the small conversations she knew51Governess on demand and the countrywide latest news52With a primitive approach53She became a living chronicle54What she ever got was the desire to learn a bit more55It's the eternal theme she was groping for56One day she knocked on my door57And showed me the headline 'the guy under the sycamore can bring peace to the war'58'You're onto something big, you rising star59Don't forget to quote me in your old-age memoir'60How could I not61The earthy charm, the evocative sounds62The tangled vines behind her back63That's what made me who I am64You probably know the rest of my journey65The boat floated into a capitalized dream66The lake was our secret base67When cicadas sang, our paths interlaced68Her avid appetites still couldn't satisfy69The beauty was crystalized through quills and dyes70She kept all the letters and clippings of me71In a wooden box we built in the smell of kerosene72Then I was lost in the praise73That I earned from different states74Coats of dust on the same postmark75Stacked near the window shade76Till the words were almost buried77Flashbacks turned to a movie78It's about the most placid heart79Kissing the world with ecstasy80It kept calling me81Calling me82Calling me home83'You're my north star, my lighthouse84I keep my feet on the ground to feel your touch85Acorns fell, winter's coming86You should get back on the road87Don't have them waiting88I'll be fine89I'll be fine'90The oak tree is rustling by the streetway91The name of which is remembered by a generation nurtured by her saving grace92Wherever I go, I'll plant a seed93And name it Agnes94The honorary graduate of Grand Marais
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