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There's a river that parts the valley of this town, |
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following the road up to your father's farm |
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Your rosy lungs will empty on the day that you were born |
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And no one thought you'd make it past the morning |
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Hold... |
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Your brother said your mother was a firefly you buried in the earth |
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And every night the firelight warms the tender bits of skin beneath your shirt |
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The climbing constellations move in semitones |
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And sit behind the county line in the melody of gravitation |
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Hold... |
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Calling on the colours of the globe |
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Sleep amongst the mango trees and poisoned oaks |
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A flood for every footprint, for every mile we forgot |
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Though your hands were little, we always be alright |
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Hold your breath... |
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The sanctity of soil |
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Wandering roots and living oils |
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Unions underground |
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All around, mountains like diaphragms |
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The rhythms of a landscape that is breathing |
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Hold your breath... |
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