| Broken chairs, your body conforms to
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| Out beyond the quiet garden
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| You can bring the man form into trust
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| Through the holes in my everydayness lends sustenance
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| Well, where starvation’s necessary
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| 'Cause my brain’s a dictionary
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| Of long spring days and the speech of crows
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| Who themselves are mirrors of apprehensions in the fallen sun
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| Well, where starvation’s necessary
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| 'Cause my head’s a dictionary
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| Of long spring days and the speech of crows
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| Who themselves are mirrors of apprehensions in the fallen sun
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| Who themselves are mirrors of apprehensions in the fallen sun
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| Well alright, you can make it stay
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| Well alright, well alright
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| Well alright, you can make it stay
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| Well alright, alright, alright
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| Well alright, alright, alright |