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Baby canteen, when I thought your heart stopped beating |
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The room brought out the silence in your breathing |
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A birth in wooded housing will help you live beyond the numbers |
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Let us pray to pan let in the light |
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And see us bathe and sleep among us |
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Smell the body of our elders |
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And wake up to the milky way at breakfast |
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I'll take the time to pick up all the widow makers broken |
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No real way to remember if we'll work again |
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Color people say oh no, cause they think it's contagious |
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Marshmallow people say oh yeah, cause they think it's a masterpiece |
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The sky has brakes |
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What a good day to rise |
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De Soto De Son will time |
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Goodbye blue heron goodbye green fly goodbye goodbye |
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I've got a raft you'll sail till the open lie in the lake |
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While your body is broken |
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When you go out I'll cry in the thicket |
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Shooting from school |
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There's a green where the crickets cry mom can't breathe and I know she's leaving |
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And that the birds of a quay are all good for the crocodile |
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So slow it down |
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Its not a race |
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Death takes time |
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Do you see it? |
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Baby canteen swollen fingers in the water |
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I roped an Island pony for your birthday |
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I'll live in wooded housing till they put out all your needles |
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And drop you in and shelter near the highway |
