| Can you tell us the place where the elders chew
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| the sky soft? |
| The place where love is like a perfectly
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| quelled arrow flown from bows of pure willow
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| And under the thundering roll of ghost buffalo
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| Can’t you hear the world’s heart breaking?
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| For it’s a test of courage to kiss the snake tongued
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| people, the fork tongued people
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| Yes, it’s a test of courage to kiss the snake tongued
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| people, the fork tongued people
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| 'Cause it’s like two tongues at one time
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| It’s like two tongues at one time
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| It’s like two tongues at one time
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| Like bitter spirits and sweet wine
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| Like two tongues at one time, at one time
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| So pour all of your souls like magma into the caverns
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| Pour all of your souls like magma into the caverns
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| Pour them all for the hauntings
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| Pour them all for the hauntings
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| Cool down for the hauntings and harden for the
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| hauntings
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| Now granite soul you’re a haunter
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| A haunter hunting the children of the wild plains
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| Now granite soul you’re a haunter
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| A haunter hunting the children of the wild plains
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| And if my great-great-great-great-great-great
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| grandma could find them
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| She would put all of their poisoned
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| All of their poisoned, poisoned teeth
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| In her medicine bag, in her medicine bag
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| She’d make a graph of our death beat
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| Pulse, murmur, quiet… pulse, murmur, quiet…
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| Like hiding pheasants in tall grass
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| Now there’re faces in the rocks and they’re
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| coming on strong
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| Faces in the rocks with medicine tongues
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| Faces in the rocks, feels like a million to one
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| Woman and man in the moon with a cradleboard son
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| Braided 'round close 'till all warmth is gone, gone
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| So here take these blankets, here take these blankets
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| They’re woven from the hair of the dead
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| With the hair from your sisters, hair from your brothers,
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| Hair from your lovers, hair from the beavers,
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| hair from the otters
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| The hair from your mothers, hair from your father
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| Hair from your lovers, hair from the beavers, hair from
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| the otters
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| And we, we saw through you
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| Like a candle through a buffalo’s eye
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| And we, we stood by you
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| Like a mama bear shot with her cubs at her side
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| And we, we saw through you
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| Like a candle through a buffalo’s eye |