| Shave our heads strip our clothes
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| burn them books but the mind still grows
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| a sheltered mind with fears of rings
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| fear of time and missing links
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| we all once were and I’ll walk until my legs are broken
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| I was up walking and you were the shoes
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| bored with the thoughts that you thoughts I could use
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| Islands were made of brick stone and shade
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| where deaths only rest of laughable tunes
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| feel your toes buried sand
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| wide eyes roll and the legs, they stand
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| I was alseep until my eye were opened
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| we are made
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| to be sewn
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| bodys lips eyes
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| earthed and regrown
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| shave our heads
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| strip our clothes
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| burn them books but
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| the mind still grows
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| and I’ll walk until my legs are broken
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| Bills sit about talking of people they’ve used
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| born of new worlds that have fallen past due
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| trusting in funding and finding a place
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| in wheel wells and homes and people like you
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| films finding fair faces and lies
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| while ships bearing backs house glass teeth and eyes
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| like the apartment of capable tunes
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| that bored with the thoughts that we thought it could use
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| it never ever rains if you never cry
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| and you never have to mourn if you never ever die |