| 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
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| 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 |