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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fences
Fences
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Mansfield
Christopher Mansfield
Songwriter
Will Oldham
Will Oldham
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dru Decaro
Dru Decaro
Producer

Lyrics

What is a man but a can in a hand
who is sick but burning brightly?
So I’ll carry on like a psalm or a swan,
theres lights in the corner of my dying.
I’m not ok, till we’re all ok
Ignored all my calls, turned
red like the fall
Who’s leaves are burning brightly.
The lines on my palm are stubborn not long.
She stood in the corner now she’s crying.
I’m not ok, till we’re all ok.
Her father’s disease she gave it to me
Our tree Is burning brightly
Now that she’s gone my blonde broken fawn
I called the coroner now she’s flying
I’m not ok till we’re all ok.
The hospital sheets, my trembling knees
My world is burning brightly
The deer on the wall, the New Year’s Eve falls
now I’ll never mourn her but I’m trying
I’m not ok till we’re all ok
Written by: Christopher Mansfield, Will Oldham
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