| Climbing up the Mother’s Horn
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| Looking at the sky as she takes a bath
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| And I’m drinking from an endless cup
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| Filled up with my eyes ears nose and tongue
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| Madmen on a sunken ship
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| Choking on the laugh language that they’re on
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| And the numbers written on the sail
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| Keep track of the waves that they think they saw
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| Try your best to understand
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| Oh it’s only gonna make it easier
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| Try your best to understand
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| Oh it’s only gonna make it easier
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| All I have to give you now
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| Cannot be observed by the naked eye
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| It’s a violence of the human soul
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| Laying down alone in your memory
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| Try your best to understand
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| Oh it’s only gonna make it easier
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| Try your best to understand
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| Oh it’s only gonna make it easier |