| Know this house that I called home
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| Her gentle milk was happy just to flow
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| Know that her tomcats took their licks in turn
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| Some branches fall to open arms
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| Some paradises are a prayer too far
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| Gods in the treetop making mockingbirds
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| If I could choose I would do things right
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| Teach my dreams to look me in the eye
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| Sing my heart out into my hand
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| Shine where light demands
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| When I lose my feet in my father’s shoes
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| When I take your flesh with my false tooth
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| When I bend until I break in two
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| Call me a fool being green
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| In the leaves of the world
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| The leaves of the world
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| The wind blows all the wild away
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| This house was kind as every hiding place
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| Bones are the hardest offering to burn
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| That dog will bark though no one’s there
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| This man went mad breaking his easy chair
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| Sing me the softest heart I’ve ever heard
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| It’s only right how this trail goes cold
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| Moonlight gliding through our empty clothes
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| Know I’m warm when a cloud rolls by
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| Rolling right for sky
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| When I lose my feet in my father’s shoes
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| When I take your flesh with my false tooth
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| When I bend until I break in two
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| Call me a fool being green
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| In the leaves of the world
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| The leaves of the world |