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Who lives in a pinecone tangled in steel? |
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Who talks to a pinecone alone? |
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Love letters and cell phones filled up with dead codes to old homes |
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Connect you to no one |
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A message for no one |
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Scroll through the old ones colleagues and cousins obsessions and lovers who write |
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Scroll through the future |
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Will you find another? |
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Will you find another? |
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Will you find a lawyer? |
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A teacher? |
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A brother? |
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A healer? |
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Or what? I've got a message for you from the monopines |
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Shell trunk and poor disguise |
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I've got a message to no one from the monopines |
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Steel trunk shoots for the sky |
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Don't wait to hear from me |
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Brace your face for the fist of spring |
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I got a feeling that can never be |
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I got a feeling it can never be |
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Well that's my tendency |
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Who lives on the nightstand where you close your eyes after a soft goodbye |
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There's no dial tone to linger on no mystery to unwind |
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The way you thought it would be |
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Thought it would be |
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The words rumble under the thunder of the year's first storm |
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The words rumble under the thunder |
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The words rumble under the thunder of the year's first storm |
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The words rumble under the thunder |
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Don't wait to hear from me |
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Brace your face for the fist of spring |
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Every blade of grass is a knife breaking through earth on its way to the sky |
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In the atmosphere, words that missed their target ear are colliding into flames |
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And past the timberline, some urgent words of mine are being mangled by their monopine |
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Way past the highest cloud words are slipping in and out of a trick dimension |
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Me and a box of wine we're running out of time to capture your attention |
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I want to hear you breathe to know just what you need |
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Come and connect me to you |
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I want to hear you breathe |
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Come and connect me to you |
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Come and connect me to you |
