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Know how the sprinklers trace great oaks |
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Boned up again |
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It's like a curse I hold |
| [00:32.710] |
Tracing the trim white lines |
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To the sewers and drains |
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To the rivers and lakes |
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To evaporate and return as rain |
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| [00:57.695] |
We barrelled a car across the state |
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Wore out our tapes |
| [01:07.658] |
Halted on salted brakes (?) |
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Between receding lights |
| [01:18.403] |
The wind clicked through the breeze |
| [01:22.913] |
The alternator's shot |
| [01:27.900] |
The dashboard lights shut off |
| [01:34.902] |
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| [01:38.641] |
The car was dark |
| [01:40.900] |
We began to freeze |
| [01:46.651] |
We drummed our hands on our knees |
| [01:50.395] |
A tuneless tomb marked for home |
| [01:58.902] |
Came through rythm free |
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