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I'll go gather wood |
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What I do I'll do good |
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And when I have it in my fingers |
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I hope I know |
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It was not the hunting that led me there |
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It was ice in my hair |
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When the wind from the western mansion |
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And the mist from the eastern lodge |
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It was the night's long lying |
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I'll find someone new |
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And I won't treat them like you do |
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And when I have it in my fingers |
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I hope I know |
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I hold the fingers firm and fair |
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I'll crack open streams |
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And I'll lead the water to clean |
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And when I have it in my fingers |
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I hope I know |
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It was my own heart that led me there |
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It was the way I saw wolves' tracks |
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Left the lair and just went back |
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It was my new baby stare |
