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(Rostam) If I was a boy at sea |
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I would be swinging from a broken tree |
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I would be down on my back looking up at stars at night |
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and if I could get back to reach to reach the saltiest of evergreens |
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You know that I would turn back just to fight the whites of iron eyes |
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When I hear that wind and I think of Spring |
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Underneath an open window a carved out sign and |
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often I would fight with my mind |
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(Wes) Saltwater brine where you hung your crown |
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When you washed your eyes in last night's tea |
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I thought you might come out from the dream to find that |
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(Rostam) Underneath the pine grew a patch of thyme |
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that I burned for six days in the sun |
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'til I heard the distant sound of drums |
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(Wes) Oh the queen had come and the King had died |
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and my forehead burned but I closed my eyes |
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and my forehead burned but I closed my eyes |
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(Rostam) Before I go I've got to run, down the street to the market cove where I could |
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find six seeds to bring back to the yard and plant underneath the birch tree |
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No white skies or red sunlight |
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In the saltwater brine |
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My forehead burned but I closed my eyes |
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Whoa. Now you've got to go. |
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If I was a boy... |