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Cave-o-sapien -you were made for breaking of my back. |
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As I carried you past quiet houses,kicking through the roses in the yard, |
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I spiedthe wildflower kisses on your neck - saw the gardenhad been trampled past repair. |
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Oh, Cave-o-sapien. |
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You look like the sunrise!- purple, lemon, baby-blue and gold -but |
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I knew it sounded bad when you said |
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NO REGRETSand then said nothing more. |
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And while you;re leaning deep into the smokeof those sticksyou keep rubbing together, |
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I keep thinking about how bad it's gonna burn,and all the people |
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I loved, back home,who |
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I loved, and love,that you turned on. |
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People just offering shelter from the wind. |
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So bow your head into the wind,my |
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Cave-o-sapien. |
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I had a vision of a gorilla,and he was a killer, |
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A killer!Alone,in fields of stone,you're not the sunrise,you're just alone. |
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But I've got you, until you're gone |
