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Tykes who feast but do not pray |
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Sun dried cheeks and sun dyed grains |
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Spilled in the house that they leave like geese |
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Travel in the night like a pearl thief |
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Believe in ghosts and set them free |
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Bury your heart, don't shake that sheet |
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Give your teeth to the crocodile cave |
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Under my wings and on my head |
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Twisting heads with the sounds of change |
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Change so often they'll be dead |
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Kissing the people that you'll all burn |
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Trusting your friends without thinking best |
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Leaving yourself to kill your grief |
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Rooms can be lonely, but that don't mean |
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I want a son who can float and fly |
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I'll take a daughter who laughs and cries |
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When you are home you can do as you please |
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Some have homes in falling trees |
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One day our homes will all fall down |
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One day your body will be in the ground |
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When I wonder |
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I often sit wondering, my brain gets so delirious |
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When I wonder |
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When ghosts from other places come and meet me do I know that they're a friend? |
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When I wonder |
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I often sit wondering, my brain gets so delirious |
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When I wonder |
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When ghosts from other places come and meet me do I know that they're a friend? |
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Time to feast, don't wait to play |
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Each kill he hung for peeking day |
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Off in the dust where they feel like kings |
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Some got hurt and some did sing |
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I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder |
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I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder |
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Who will win? |
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I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder |
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Wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder |
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Who will win? |
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Bad feelings I know |
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Good silence means we're home |
