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Oh, the time that you broke down and told me that one dream |
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Your eyes a bit misty and so sincere |
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Where the rivers were veins so relentlessly pumping |
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And the sky was a monster made out of tears |
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I recall when you woke up and told me another |
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If huge uncontrollable helium hands |
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And an antelope's heart and a quiver of arrows |
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Were the gifts that you got from the primitive man |
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Or the time you were screaming and sweating and crying |
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Dreaming of a ride in a leaky raft |
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Down the rivers, the veins so relentlessly pumping |
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Deep in to the heart of the primitive man |
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Deep in to the heart of the primitive man |
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Deep in to the heart of the primitive man |
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One two three stop |
