| I’m travelling south again
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| make the trail with my tongue
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| Between the hills and through the plains
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| I have to get to the water
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| before I die I gotta drink this well
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| I long to sleep in your womb
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| see the flower as it blooms
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| Feel before my head explodes
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| I’d cross the gates of hell
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| to get in this place
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| And when I return to home again
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| my love’s for the sleeping one
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| All the flowers, all your pain
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| they never meant me nothing
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| And when I return to home again
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| my love’s for the sleeping one
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| All the flowers, all your pain
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| they never meant me nothing
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| I’m moving forward twice the time
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| that it takes me coming back
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| Can you feel it in your spine
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| As them all rush to the line
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| and I can hear your cry
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| I come, I come, I come, I come
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| but I won’t see the sun
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| 'Cos tomorrow I’ll be gone
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| And the shame is larger than the plain
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| 'Cos it’s not gonna be my son. |