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You've grown up so much since I saw you all those days ago |
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Still got that look about you still got those things that we know |
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Red gilded place in the woods and the words that were said |
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Black twisted branches that hid all the things that we did |
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You threaded wasps on to string and you gave them to me |
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You touched the edges of their wings and the insides of me |
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All of the years make a picture that's faded and bright |
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All of the years make us different and faded and bright |
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Bring back the bodies and lay them out for me |
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Smooth down their crisp clear white wings in the morning |
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Bring back the yellow and black of the bodies |
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Lay them out slowly and string them up gently for me |
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Small piles of sticks built up like temples to time in the sun |
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Beds of green leaves laid out where fear and O negative burn |
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Strange to see you in a suit but your shoes are still red |
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Strange to see you at the front after all that you said |
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Your face changed a long time ago |
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But you're the same underneath this sleet |
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That whirls around like a line between worlds |
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And there are birds in here singing lullabies to me |
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About bodies and you and me and all that we've seen |
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And you and all that you've seen |
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Bring back the bodies and open them for me |
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Lift out their shimmering hearts in the morning |
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Bring back the yellow and black of the ocean |
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Let me out slowly and sing to me coldly |
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Bring back the yellow and black of the bodies |
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Let me in slowly and string me up sensitively |