| How High
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| Soldiers pull boys through rain
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| ground to their toes ground to the dirt
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| (oh) my
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| They spilled down the steps filed in rows like hair likes to pour
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| like skin loves to warm
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| but teeth don’t pull like these chains don’t drag around
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| …because it’s safe at the bottom…
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| Wind down
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| to the beds of the leaves bedding of sand
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| where fire don’t burn (but the tops of trees)
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| Out, out
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| of the head streams a maze of colors and shapes
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| that dance from these walls
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| but trust don’t pay like these guns don’t fuck around
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| …we know it’s safe at the bottom…
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| I know what I know, and all I ever need is you
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| Down, down
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| in the sand lives alone in shackles and bone
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| meat blood from grown gravel and stone
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| but teeth don’t pull like these chains don’t drag around
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| …because it’s safe at the bottom…
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| Calm, but
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| never finds rest these bones for what we don’t know
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| for all that we know It’s all that we’ve known
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| but trust don’t pay like these guns don’t fuck around
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| …we know it’s safe at the bottom…
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| I know what I know, and all I ever need is you |