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Forget calls to teacher. |
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Forget calls in line. |
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We fall off furry creatures. |
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Fall off all the time. |
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And it's not your headdress. |
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It's not your hide. |
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It's feeling the cold. |
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It's feeling the cold. (These things that we don't talk about, breathe about. Do I? No.) |
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Take me over. |
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Take it over time. |
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Your needs keep talking. |
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Your pets they lie. (These things we've never seen before come and meet you, come and fight you. You know they do.) |
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Reeling in fog. |
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Kneeling in fog. |
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Reeling in fog. |
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Kneeling in fog. |
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I've been really better under lock. |
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Come on over the side. |
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Come on over. |
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Take the leave for bread |
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And the leave for brine. (It seems to me we've been lying here all night) |
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And bait and bows and sows and troughs. |
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I've coughed enough and |
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I've walked as much. (Come to me in metaphor. We've met before and I was all in spades.) |
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Reeling in fog. |
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Kneeling in fog. |
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Reeling in fog. |
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Kneeling in fog. |
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I've been really better under lock. |
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When you feel the fog, |
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It takes all the fog. |
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I can't break the fog. |
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I've been really better under lock |