| Slow children, slow men
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| Slow down the time when
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| You know your place like the back of your hand
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| From the front of your mind to the back of your head
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| Peace out in heat
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| All directions, all greedy
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| Tidal swing hanging low, heavy shoulders
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| From hammering hot crow from the cold earth
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| Go slow for the cats come out at night
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| And they’ll never understand about cars
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| Go slow for the cats come out at night
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| And they’ll never understand about cars
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| Empty shapes we can fit into
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| Into sizes we can relate to
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| We’ve been watching from ditches, the streetlights
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| Exposed demons springin' from the nightlife
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| Go slow for the cats come out at night
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| And they’ll never understand about cars
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| Go slow for the cats come out at night
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| And they’ll never understand about cars
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| Sacred ways, celebrate
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| Something lost as something gained
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| Sacred ways, celebrate
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| Something lost as something gained
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| Sacred ways, celebrate
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| Something lost as something gained
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| Go slow for the cats come out at night
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| And they’ll never understand about cars
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| Go slow for the cats come out at night |
| And they’ll never understand about cars
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| Cats come out at night and
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| They’ll never understand
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| Cars
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| Go slow
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| Cats come out at night and
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| (They'll never understand)
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| Cars
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| (Cars)
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| Cars
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| (Cars)
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| Cars |