| In cycle,
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| I laid you around the ocean,
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| Where grass grows,
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| And remnants of you is emotion,
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| My light’s out,
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| Inhaling upon trees that’re frozen,
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| We look out
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| And trace along their arms, we keep them frozen,
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| And holding,
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| Quietly,
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| The sound is dead,
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| Sing and turn,
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| In light,
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| And life meets child your only plight
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| Is light,
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| And silly smiles, you’ll sleep a while
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| In light,
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| I’ll take you for walks in the ocean,
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| She had a pretty dad,
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| But she was growing out of play-school,
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| Though she could kick and scream and play,
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| Until she wanted to,
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| My little chocolate girl,
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| Her brother barely out of high school,
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| There was a place where he could scream,
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| Until he wanted to,
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| All fours and tidy guy
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| And she could bury him in apples,
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| And curl around a bowl of cotton until she wanted to Still she had to speak loud,
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| Because hearing is an iron offence,
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| And we till
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| And pictures of me balancing the offer
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| And quietly
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| Still drinking with the bones and the dead,
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| And pray small,
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| In hopes of something better to show her,
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| And holding tightly
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| The sound is dead,
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| It’s singing time,
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| In light,
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| When life meets child,
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| Your only plight is light,
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| Your feeling a smile,
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| You’re sleeping wild in light,
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| I’ll take you for walks on the ocean,
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| She met a pretty boy,
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| And they would dance between their elders,
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| Where she would cream until the wine she bought had settled in,
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| My little chocolate girl,
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| She used to love the stars of England,
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| She sold them records and her barbie jewelry from her school,
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| Her colors matched the room,
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| And she would swirl around the curtains,
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| She had a hand to hold her chin up,
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| When her friends walked out,
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| The kid across the street,
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| He’ll keep around when she was changing,
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| And he would wait and she would tell her friends about the boy,
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| Her Mom and Dad at home,
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| She has saliva in her pockets,
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| She gave a girl when her last graves have finally digged the day
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| So did the chocolate girl,
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| Oh what’s she making here?
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| Put your lanterns all across the maze,
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| So I won’t feast on fallen,
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| Bitter the rain who brought the stings and dead,
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| And who will part the train,
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| Cause I can’t see you,
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| I’ll open up my brain again,
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| (Repeat) |