| Oh we lost be old magic
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| Even tragic could not be a child to this
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| And when dolphins sink like stones
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| We will know that everyone’s reached a higher heaven
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| For I have seen through your dear dear soul
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| All in gowns of velvety brown and fawn fire
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| And I wanna make the run with the coho
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| Up a dying river going ho-home
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| To a higher heaven
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| And I have seen you watching him
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| Metal and black powder
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| Elk teeth of ivory
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| The pounding of leather
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| Old coins in his eyes
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| And ever magic hands
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| Constellation skin
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| I have seen you watching him
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| Watching him
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| And we ran through the mule shadows
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| Hand in hand
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| Sorrows in sorrows
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| Chased by plastic deer and tarp spirits
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| Tripping over tools and sleeping bullets
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| Years of dusty praying
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| You picked a pouch off of your dad’s tree
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| Poured it in my mouth to show me
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| How he’d saved all of your baby teeth
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| You said special fears they always win
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| Like a river been robbed of it’s bend
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| A braid you just don’t want end
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| And a snake who know’s he’ll never stand
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| Fingers that can’t find their hand
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| A bead you just can’t seem to strand
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| Oh don’t you know that feeling?
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| Like someones been stealing all of your kindling?
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| So you taught the stones to talk
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| On the fawn fired path you walk
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| You taught the flames to talk
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| On the fawn fired path you walk
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| You taught the stones to talk
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| On the fawn fired path you walk
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| You taught the flames to talk
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| On the fawn fired path you walk
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| Walk with him |