| This spring
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| Holds a killer in her claws
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| She comes up with the river that climbs the mountainside
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| She climbs up the ribs, climbs up the lips
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| With a swing in her hips
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| The springtime, the springtime is here
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| It sprung from my chest as the blood in the sudden stings, love
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| My heart is a beak in a mouth that sings
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| Hey, what do you see? |
| Hey, what do you hear?
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| The sound of the sea, or the sound of your heart?
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| Heart, heart, heart, heart, heart
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| (Are you counting yourself?)
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| Nervous, nervous instead
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| The water, the water, the waves
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| Release her, release her from me
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| Are you counting yourself?
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| The spring, the spring
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| I cover my ears (Cover my ears)
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| And open my mouth (Open my mouth)
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| The depth seeps into my bones
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| Like it’s floating in salt water
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| Ooh, water
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| When I slip into the water
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| Covered by the gentle waves
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| I follow a trail, a secret
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| Pattern that passes right through you
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| Driftwood tongue, but lips unsolving
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| A black vegetable soup of hair and teeth
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| I run out to you
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| I run out to them
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| I run out of bullets
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| I run out of you
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| I run out of you
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| I run out of you
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| I run out of you
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| I run out |