| My hair is dirty blonde now
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| And there are even little sea sand pieces in there probably
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| I wish there were none
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| Smelling dish soap and honey across the room
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| I’ll stay hiding across the wild thousands
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| You stay on those roads that fit winter rust trucks, single file
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| Sleep early, wake early
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| Folding in neatly always that this is my life feeling
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| And I shut off all the lights myself
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| In charge of every light
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| I have a few plants, but I have rescued exactly none
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| None such connection to that deep magic
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| With these hands now as I know them
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| A new scar and wow tons of plants
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| Plant-induced psychosis
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| Keep me close, I’m good invisible
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| Sitting in loss like a beanbag chair
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| If I lose my eyes
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| I’ve thrown them over the bluff
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| Frozen in the stream
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| To see the flood
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| And if I lose my mind
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| Please give it back to the earth
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| Fire, water, wind
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| Earth, fire, water, wind
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| And lie down
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| Lie down with me
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| It’s a beautiful thing, I know
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| The last moments of the earth
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| Your blood’s running cold
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| Slower and slower
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| Fireworks show
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| She’s getting tired
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| She’s leaving home
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| Rest under the pines
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| My love, forever now
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| I’ll take bitter to the solid form of nothing
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| Put it on the altar, give it flowers and a symphony
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| Watch the morning come and take it, then mourn it 'til forever
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| The gentle salted water, there’ll be no one but the weather |