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Matt Pond PA - Running Wild |
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in bare feet, in back yards |
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in brown grass and blood |
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a piece of the high life |
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digs into my heel |
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give back to the soil to see |
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what can come up from the spring |
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the red of the last light |
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goes down with your words |
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from brooklyn to hawthorn |
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the planes fill the sky |
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you tell me about death |
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i tell you, the cardinal, crepe myrtle and the call |
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with your chest, you believe |
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we're not fast enough to sleep |
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through the night, a million miles |
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we're both smashing windows running wild |
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the power line branches |
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make shadows of trees |
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i'm still in the wet warmth |
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where muscles are faithful |
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i tell you about death |
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you tell me, the cardinal, crepe myrtle and the call |
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and break all the dishes |
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and tear down the curtains |
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and throw over tables |
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and rip all our clothes off |
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in love so completely |
