| And see the flacker birds black as your appartment is at night
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| Take off when my dog comes a-running to bite
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| And as they sit on their branches to watch the game
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| They’re chanting your name
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| The crows at the game, they chant your name
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| And as i drive home listening to kimya’s record on K
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| There’s this deer with its little ones in the field off the freeway
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| And it’s teaching its fawns who are still a bit lame
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| To chant your name
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| The baby deer still lame, they know your name
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| And the birch trees and the pine trees behind the summer house
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| They raise their voices when the cigarette drops from the city boy’s mouth
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| And when they’re shit-scared that a mighty fire could start with a tiny flame
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| Man, they call out your name
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| Shit-scared of a tiny flame, even the trees call your name
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| And the baboon, and the baboon in the cage at the mercy of scientists
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| He is brave and he’s a-showing his teeth to resist
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| And despite all the drugs that they are using to tame
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| Him, he’s a-shouting your name
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| The baboon that no-one can tame, he’s a-shouting your name
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| To the scientists who feel no shame, he’s a-shouting your name
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| And when i’m lost again, well i do the same
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| I shout your name
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| (and now we’re gonna slow down a little)
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| (a little more)
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| (we call it a song) |