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Can you tell us the place where the elders chew |
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the sky soft? The place where love is like a perfectly |
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quelled arrow flown from bows of pure willow |
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And under the thundering roll of ghost buffalo |
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Can't you hear the world's heart breaking? |
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For it's a test of courage to kiss the snake tongued |
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people, the fork tongued people |
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Yes, it's a test of courage to kiss the snake tongued |
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people, the fork tongued people |
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'Cause it's like two tongues at one time |
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It's like two tongues at one time |
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It's like two tongues at one time |
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Like bitter spirits and sweet wine |
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Like two tongues at one time, at one time |
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So pour all of your souls like magma into the caverns |
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Pour all of your souls like magma into the caverns |
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Pour them all for the hauntings |
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Pour them all for the hauntings |
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Cool down for the hauntings and harden for the |
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hauntings |
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Now granite soul you're a haunter |
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A haunter hunting the children of the wild plains |
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Now granite soul you're a haunter |
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A haunter hunting the children of the wild plains |
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And if my great-great-great-great-great-great |
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grandma could find them |
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She would put all of their poisoned |
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All of their poisoned, poisoned teeth |
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In her medicine bag, in her medicine bag |
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She'd make a graph of our death beat |
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Pulse, murmur, quiet...pulse, murmur, quiet... |
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Like hiding pheasants in tall grass |
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Now there're faces in the rocks and they're |
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coming on strong |
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Faces in the rocks with medicine tongues |
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Faces in the rocks, feels like a million to one |
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Woman and man in the moon with a cradleboard son |
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Braided 'round close 'till all warmth is gone, gone |
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So here take these blankets, here take these blankets |
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They're woven from the hair of the dead |
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With the hair from your sisters, hair from your brothers, |
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Hair from your lovers, hair from the beavers, |
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hair from the otters |
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The hair from your mothers, hair from your father |
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Hair from your lovers, hair from the beavers, hair from |
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the otters |
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And we, we saw through you |
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Like a candle through a buffalo's eye |
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And we, we stood by you |
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Like a mama bear shot with her cubs at her side |
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And we, we saw through you |
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Like a candle through a buffalo's eye |
