| It’s only human to wonder why
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| It’s only animal to do it
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| It’s only animal to run along the rocks
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| And move along instead of talk
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| It’s only human to wonder how
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| And how I wish I could talk to you now
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| And the words tumble out of your mouth
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| Like apples from a wild tree
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| And mine they spy out cautiously
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| Like a creature from its cave
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| Our able bodies and able minds
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| Are animals and things on vines
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| Greening fields and windy mines
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| In our sounds and movements
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| And the waves like lessons
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| Thrashing over me in waves
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| Of self-doubt and illusion
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| Like night’s intrusion
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| On the daylight of the strings
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| They gently let me play
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| I’ve got points of icicles
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| Piercing into me and I miss your warmth
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| And the sound of your voice
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| Like apples tumbling from a wild and windy tree
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| My body aches for you, and shakes for you
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| And sways for you
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| And dances with your little woman body
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| Long into the evening |