| The rain outside my window
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| Was a sound I’d never heard before
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| I kissed your hand in the graveyard
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| I laid you down in the grass below, and said
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| «Follow down the steps to come see where I’m going
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| No one knows but us»
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| The sun inside your iris
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| Was a sight I’d never seen before
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| A well was brought from the ocean
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| But no one could find a place to dig
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| I’ll show you down the steps to come see women talk through
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| Clouds of ethylene
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| Follow down the steps to come see where I’m going
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| No one knows but us
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| No one knows but us
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| The chants outside my window
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| Were from kids I’d never seen before
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| They washed their feet in the water
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| I watch them from my window
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| See my bed turn into burning branches
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| See my hazel eyes turn grey
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| No one knows but us
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| I’ve been finding things I’ve left before
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| I’ve been learning things I’ve learned before
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| I’ve been loving things I’ve loved before
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| I told my life to the priestess
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| She finished it from the other end
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| We dropped our tears on the tombstones
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| They shone like tiny passages
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| She said, «Follow down the steps to come see
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| Women talk through clouds of ethylene»
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| Follow down the steps to come see where I’m going
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| No one knows but us |