| Claims, they crawled from those clouds
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| And over mountains cried
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| Into the streams where they ran the length of
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| Past and time that called out
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| With their hands beside you
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| As all the people shouted
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| Up to the northern territories
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| My, they glowed like a bug
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| Burning at the ends
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| Of shade covered crowns
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| Whose only words were
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| Wicked mumbles that shake unstable
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| Manners brought these thoughts about you
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| Lights up like flies and ants that dip about
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| And aim to
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| Just swallow us up like them bread baked gums
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| Now I remain glowing at the ends
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| I remain glowing at the ends
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| It’s because it’s you they’ve become
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| Shade drifts around, southern where the sheets are
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| Growing ash and steeple factories
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| Old boy, you’ll never know just what they think
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| It never finds you
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| Cheap work finding pockets
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| Only when we’re aimed to
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| Just swallow us up like them bread baked gums
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| Now I remain glowing at the ends
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| I remain glowing at the ends
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| It’s because it’s you they’ve become
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| These lights were waves that spilled through my space, (In the plains.)
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| Where no one knows if they’ll ever need again. |
| (I want to.)
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| These lights were waves that spilled through my space, (In the plains.)
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| Where no one knows if they’ll ever need again. |
| (I want to.)
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| These lights were waves that spilled through my space, (In the plains.)
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| Where no one knows if they’ll ever need again. |
| (I want to.)
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| Come and get and take me home
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| These lights were waves that spilled through my space, (In the plains.)
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| Where no one knows if they’ll ever need again. |
| (I want to.)
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| Come and get and take me home
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| These lights were waves that spilled through my space, (In the plains.)
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| Where no one knows if they’ll ever need again |