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Late at night, she was headed home
A head on collision on a dark country road
It's a hundred years of isolation, a hundred years of bad luck
Little Rip Van Winkle was just seven years old when she woke up

I am 100 years old, I am 100 years old
I am 100 years old, I am 100 years old.

Her father said that I was free to go
But Little Rip Van Winkle is the only love I've known
And I brush her hair and I wash her skin
She gets angry, she cries this i not who i am

I am 100 years old, I am 100 years old
I am 100 years old, I am 100 years old.

Late at night I walk to the field
Toss some salt over my shoulder for that busted rear view mirror
For these hundred years of isolation, hundred years of bad luck
Little Rip Van Winkle was just seven years old when she woke up

I am 100 years old, I am 100 years old
I am 100 years old, I am 100 years old.
I am 100 years old, I am 100 years old
I am 100 years old, I am 100 years old.

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from Divining Rod [Digital Download], released September 13, 2013
Vocals, acoustic guitar - Ben Knight
Electric guitar - Jeremy Smart
Upright Bass - Elia Burkhart

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