Sufjan Stevens - The Pick-Up

All things passed in the pick-up, found my brother's badge

Abraham is alive and well in the pick-up
And his wife casts no more spells in the pick-up

Found myself in the pick-up, seatbelt on my lap

And my sister with her bracelet in the pick-up
Kiss my mother on her face in the pick-up
Clapping with the human race in the pick-up

Written by:
SUFJAN STEVENS

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