| Ran through moonlit fields, having only sleep to lose
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| Bought too many plums, all but one began to bruise
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| The good one I ate and put the pit in my pocket
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| I think it fell out in a laundromat parking lot
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| The mountains were a thick molasses pouring slowly down the glass
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| Anna read a book in the last row
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| It looked good based on the back
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| And I left this earth for a split second but I don’t know
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| Where the hell I went
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| Once I was eating a candy necklace
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| Through plastic vampire teeth
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| And climbing the shelf in the closet to hide
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| All my little secret things
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| Now the Aerostar seems so much smaller to me
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| When I was five I just wanted my feet to reach the floor like Lacey’s
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| It was all so lovely
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| It was all so lovely
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| It was all so lovely
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| It wasn’t all bad
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| Was it now, looking back?
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| Now everything around me is connected with string
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| All the things in my place and all the thoughts in my brain
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| And the string is taut and it’s pulling on me
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| When I just want to be licking the batter over my childhood sink
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| The string is tangling me in
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| Still time is kindly turning over
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| I feel her drying my eyes
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| Time is kindly turning over
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| I feel her drying my eyes
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| While I wander the path backwards in the clean morning light
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| Trying to take my time
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| I never wanna be a bird collapsing beneath its own feather, I
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| Never wanna be a bird collapsing beneath its own feather, I
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| Never wanna be a bird collapsing beneath its own feather, I
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| Never wanna be a bird collapsing beneath its own feather, I —
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| And I never wanna be a bird collapsing beneath its own feather |