| This, this is And this, this is Banjo blues, confused train
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| Track me down
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| And this, this is And this, this is Laterns strung on wolves letting out howls
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| Burning leaves, leaving me smoky
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| And bats hang from
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| The tired eyes in the hills of holes
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| To my high heaven
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| Where my twin’ll take my hand
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| Where my twin’ll drink my vein
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| Where my twin’ll drag me down
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| Where my twin’ll feel the same
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| And where my twin’ll grab my mane
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| And ride me wild into that higher heaven
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| And this, this is And this, this is Settling down in our heads
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| But we thought it was rain
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| Now we’re fighting the snow
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| And chewing on these grains
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| But we still don’t know
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| How to sew our seeds back to the ground
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| So i’ll need my twin to take my hand
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| Need my twin to drink my vein
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| Need my twin to drag me down
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| Need my twin to feel the same
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| I’ll need my twin to grab my mane
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| And ride me wild into that higher heaven
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| High, higher heaven
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| High, higher heaven
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| High, higher heaven
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| I want my twin to take my hand
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| Want my twin to drink my vein
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| Want my twin to drag me down
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| Want my twin to feel the same
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| I want my twin to grab my mane
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| And ride me wild into that higher heaven
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| This, this is And this, this is Banjo blues, confused train
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| Track me down |