Sitting here resting my bones, fanning my affliction
Wishing I had a few clones, to act as stand in
But here at the hermitage, I am privileged, with solitude, and self-cooked food?
And crying time, and quirks of mind.?
Sitting here resting my bones, fanning my affliction
Wishing I had a few clones, to act as stand in
But here at the hermitage, I am privileged, with solitude, and self-cooked food?
And crying time, and quirks of mind.?
Chestnut's chewing his nails, the Zen of self-mutilation
Forgetting all that life entails, sinking in a silly stagnation
But here at the hermitage I am privileged with solitude,
And self-cooked food, and crying time, and quirks of mind
Vic Chesnutt - Hermitage Lyrics
Vic Chesnutt - Hermitage Lyrics
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Sitting here resting my bones, fanning my affliction
Wishing I had a few clones, to act as stand in
But here at the hermitage, I am privileged, with solitude, and self-cooked food?
And crying time, and quirks of mind.?
Sitting here resting my bones, fanning my affliction
Wishing I had a few clones, to act as stand in
But here at the hermitage, I am privileged, with solitude, and self-cooked food?
And crying time, and quirks of mind.?
Chestnut's chewing his nails, the Zen of self-mutilation
Forgetting all that life entails, sinking in a silly stagnation
But here at the hermitage I am privileged with solitude,
And self-cooked food, and crying time, and quirks of mind
Wishing I had a few clones, to act as stand in
But here at the hermitage, I am privileged, with solitude, and self-cooked food?
And crying time, and quirks of mind.?
Sitting here resting my bones, fanning my affliction
Wishing I had a few clones, to act as stand in
But here at the hermitage, I am privileged, with solitude, and self-cooked food?
And crying time, and quirks of mind.?
Chestnut's chewing his nails, the Zen of self-mutilation
Forgetting all that life entails, sinking in a silly stagnation
But here at the hermitage I am privileged with solitude,
And self-cooked food, and crying time, and quirks of mind
Writer: VIC CHESNUTT
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Capitol CMG Publishing