| He knows your name, boy
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| You’ll write it down
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| Under bridges into town
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| And whats that rusting?, you’re fathers crown!
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| And our mother sleeps in the ground
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| I go out walking, my own feet
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| And I might sing, «Oh bury me»
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| And from the bedroom exudes the awful sound
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| And our mother sleeps in the ground
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| Oh, snakes on the ladder
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| Oh, my eyes were something i saw
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| There’s a motion in the sky
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| And the singer who called outside
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| To the woods reflecting back a million sounds
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| Of our lives, inside the forest off Greyhound?
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| Oh, Snakes on the ladder
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| Oh, my eyes were something i saw |