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There's a place where |
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All the eyes roll back and the thistle grows |
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Where the rain stops |
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When you want it to and the whales don't die |
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It's a place where |
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All the walls will sleep and the crow saves lives |
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There are no graveyards |
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And all the water's warm and the cripples fly |
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Choose your words carefully |
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They might be your last |
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Choose your words carefully |
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They might be your last |
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Then a boy came |
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With the blackest thumb and he just cried wolf |
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A panicked witness |
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With his eyes so wide might just recognize |
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Choose your words carefully |
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They might be your last |
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Choose your words carefully |
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They might be your last |
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Let me out, push me down the blackest river |
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And I won't complain at all |
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Let me out, push me down the blackest river |
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And I won't complain at all |
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Let me out, push me down the blackest river |
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And I won't complain at all |
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Let me out, push me down the blackest river |
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And I won't complain at all |
