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Come with me |
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Fall into the wildscape |
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Reverse the church bells |
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Swiping in the mud |
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With two fingers |
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And one in your mouth, wandering |
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I was a thumbsucker, what am I now? |
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I was a thumbsucker, what am I now? |
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Am I a traveller, was I ever? |
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Or do I just colour 'round the clear lines? |
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Do I just turn away from every confrontation? |
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Biting until bleeding |
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She says she knows |
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This is my strange voice |
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She say she's close |
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Once I was a thumbsucker |
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Doesn't say to what |
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Once I was a runaway |
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The forest is all sorts of forests |
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Hid in tight places and World War II bunkers |
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It seems to be adapting itself, she says |
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Found secret tree huts, spiralling |
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Alternating between mountains and marshland |
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A self-harming vampire, she always says |
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Of the tender kind, she always says |
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A compensation, she always says |
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For something too wild, for something too wild |
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For something too wild, something too wild |
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For something too wild, for something too wild |
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In this way |
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Alternating mouth and thumb |
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Forest and human |
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Both transforming |
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Forest and humans |
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Producing nothing. Until |
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Are equals |
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I got afraid that I'd dug too deep |
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Stirred up something in the body |
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The glands of instinct, fear and desire |
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Clanking from a distant engine |
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Iron shafts and idler-wheels |
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And then there is release |
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Whatever it is you are doing to yourself |
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You are always performing some kind of internal construction work |
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I was a thumbsucker, what am I now |
| [03:29.14] |
Am I a runaway, was I ever? |
| [03:32.19] |
It's all in the wrist |
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Sketching out the wildscapes |
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Sucking on the church bells |
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The hunger of the clappers |
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Withdrawing word by word |
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Back into the rabbit hole |
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