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Where the two fault lines meet |
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Hung from a tree upside down |
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Blood rushing to my head |
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Trying to feed myself |
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Can I worship your body? |
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Live inside your skin? |
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With one hand tight round your heart |
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Sleeping inside your womb |
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Claw marks all over my back |
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Blood rushing to my head |
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A grave, grave of your own |
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Sing me a homecoming tale |
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When do you show your face? Is it in the trees looking down? |
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Roots wrap around our songs and plant seeds. I'll write this down in the morning |
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I did what you asked me. Now I'm not sure that you ever spoke to me at all, |
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Scenes of deep red, green fields and I'm home again |
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But I'm still confused. |
