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His greasy fingers strung together and stretching 'cross the sky |
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A skunk that scratches and is leather a sign from up on high |
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And shivering we cling together and watch it pass us by |
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For falling like a spiny feather the tears begin to cry |
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Twisting, turning bodies burning look up from where they lie |
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To see the stars and heaven's journey flashing 'cross the sky |
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You hold my arm and wait forever and look me in the eye |
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For falling like a spiny feather the tears begin to cry |
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His greasy fingers strung together and stretching cross the sky |
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A skunk that scratches and is leather a sign from up on high |
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And shivering we cling together and watch it pass us by |
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For falling like a spiny feather the tears begin to cry |
