| Even though we sleep like ferns
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| I still feel like I’m gone for good
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| And even though we sleep like ferns
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| I still feel like I’m gone for good
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| I still feel like I’m gone
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| And whether it’s the anther, python, panther
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| They still breathe hard wind
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| Hard wind, hard wind, lumber and blood
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| Hard wind, hard wind, who has the guts
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| To spill them, spill them from way, way up
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| Well we’re just floating on our backs
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| Tea parties underwater
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| Summer’s made of salt, swimming until
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| We dissolve
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| Into the sweet eye of the storm
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| And we are here, we are here, oh
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| Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
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| Forever naked, forever waitin', forever loved by the water
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| Swing with me softly, pull me up closely
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| To that neck that smells of pine trees
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| Smile that reminds me of shelter
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| Oh can’t we cling like magnets?
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| Muddy dirt road, sleet and snowfall
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| The time we spent up north is made of good
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| Made of good
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| But there’s a dog decoy of Tule
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| Drifting out of reach
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| Please wait, please
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| With me, Tule, oh Tule
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| Pretending to be drowned
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| How long can I hold this breath?
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| I’m dangling my arms
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| Buoyant body
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| Becoming the greenery
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| Until I am here
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| Until I am here
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| Oh
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| Forever naked, forever waitin', forever loved by the water
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| Swing with me softly, pull me up closely
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| To that neck that smells of pine trees
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| Smile that reminds me of shelter
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| Oh can’t we cling like magnets?
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| Muddy dirt road, sleet and snowfall
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| The time we spent up north is made of good
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| Made of good
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| And I was visited by the water snake
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| I was visited by the water snake
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| She looked me over, I was shaken
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| She told me in tongues of wings
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| In a language that sounds like the rustling of leaves:
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| That the Lord’s been, Lord’s been eating again
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| So go on, go on, take my heart wind
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| This last old wild thing that’s blowin'
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| With good dreams, wood beams, good good good good good things
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| With the smolderings of love and armor
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| The smolderings of love and armor
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| And seeing the scene, being the bean, oh
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| Seeing the scene, being the bean, oh
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| Seeing the scene, being the bean, oh |