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We come to grips with our wrists, we come to sound with our mouth |
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We sing of what we think we know, mother, father, skin and flaws |
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and we move just like the birds, moving amidst the other birds, |
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and we move just like the fish, rolling away from larger |
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and I know I'm protecting the light of lichen |
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But oh you look like a morning star, to see who we are, oooooo |
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and I know you're protecting the light of lichen |
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But oh you look like a morning star, just see who we are, oooooo |
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You look good in the west, see how you clap those hands |
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You look good in the south, see how you use your mouth |
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You look good in the east, all elbows and knees |
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To the honey dipper, to the sound shifter |
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Oh don't you know you want to |
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See that moonrise in the rear view |
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Just like you had wanted it to |
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Temperature drops, the hot tart cools |
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Ready oh the radio calling to you |
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Right out loud she said it |
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For crying out loud they meant it |
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Sing that song like I know you can |
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Work your jaw like a blind man |
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Call like call like you own the land throw up your hands, make demands |
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You look good in the west, see how you clap those hands |
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You look good in the south, see how you use your mouth |
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You look good in the east, all elbows and knees |
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To the honey dipper, to the sound shifter? |
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You look good in the north, whip your hair back and forth |
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You look good in the east, door, the wall, move your feet |
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You look good in the south, make your makers proud |
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You look good in the west, you look good in a dress |
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I feel, I feel, I feel like a morning star |
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I feel, I feel, I feel like a morning star |
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I feel, I feel, I feel like a morning star |
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I feel, I feel, oo oooo ooooiooo oooooiooo |
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Sound with our mouth, we call it grips with our |
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We call it grips our wrists |
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We call it sounds with our mouths |
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We call it grips with our ahh, ahhh |