| Five years from now I can’t say that I’ll be around
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| Cause you are so sweet, but other things call to me
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| They sing «Oh, forget where you come from
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| And lose yourself over the bow
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| And worms that crawl around in your skull
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| Won’t get the best of you now — oh no
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| They won’t get the best of you now»
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| You’ve dreamed so long of a girl who would swallow your tongue
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| Now deep, dark, and true, the silence she waits for you
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| And sings «Oh, forget where you come from
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| And lose yourself over the bow
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| And worms that crawl around in your skull
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| Won’t get the best of you now — oh no
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| They won’t get the best of you now»
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| Hand over hand my friend
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| You’re holding up everything
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| On shoulders like splintered pine
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| Narrow and fine
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| Oh so narrow and fine
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| Water like porcelain
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| To mirror your see-through skin
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| Bones that the waves lick clean
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| It’s nothing you’ve seen
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| No it’s nothing you’ve seen
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| Hand over hand my son
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| You’re holding up everyone
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| Can’t be the thing you’re for
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| There has to be more |