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Vic Chesnutt Lyrics
"Hermitage"

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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
This song is from the album "Left To His Own Devices".