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I hear its raining |
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The tides are turning |
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Filling up the washpans till we scrub our skin away |
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The sky is yellow |
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The clouds are burning |
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The air it has the fragranced of a brand new yesterday |
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Someone somewhere said |
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Trees have eyes and rocks have legs |
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And we have monsters in our heads |
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A secret kept to raise the dead |
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I hear an engine |
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It makes my mouth move |
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Spitting out those words that I can never hear |
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I'm not your neighbor |
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We live alone now |
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Wash away our sins into a bowling bath of tears |
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Someone Somewhere said |
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Feet are grounded |
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Thumbs are beacons |
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Lightning passes through instead |
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A secret kept to raise the dead |
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When I'm alive I will go walk out in the garden |
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Live on only flowers plant a seed |
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A fragile human seed |
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To grow a family tree |
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When I'm alive I will go walk into the ocean |
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Walk down in the deep plant a seed |
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I fragile human seed |
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To grow a family tree |
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A lovely family tree it will |
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Someone Somewhere said |
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Bones remember |
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Skin is tender |
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Golden puddles in our beds |
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A secret kept to raise the |
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Someone somewhere said |
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Trees have eyes and rocks have legs |
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And we have monsters in our heads |
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A secret kept to raise the dead |
