| Take all the little things away
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| Seek all the dimensions that stray
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| From my eyes
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| Dig holes in me with wooden carved trowels
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| Hold still in me the hops
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| That left it's guard down
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| Waking up is easy but you're breaking my whole thesis
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| I'm gon' feel it but you're flowing with the shaman, and another thing
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| I'm in love with truth and sick and tired of this youth
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| And thinking that you're falling but you're stalling when you're holding me
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| I'll grow bitters on the borders of your whistling skin
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| I'll sew pockets of the locks that fall from your bristling chin
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| Keep all my secrets in the trinkets
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| Dangling from the walls
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| Take what you are make it, make it sacramental
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| I'm in love with truth and sick and tired of this youth
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| I want it to be easy but I'm queasy at the thought of it
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| I don't need no proof, no lucky charm, no wisdom tooth
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| To know it in the same way of that feeling when you're loving me
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| Brew you a warm drink out of
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| My tattered hulls
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| Build you thick paper out of
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| My clumsy skull
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| Silent, discreet, make
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| Your bouldering shoulders glow
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| My grand loves
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| I'll not finish what I done started
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| I'm sick of this, you sick of that, I'm not as dumb as that
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| (My sacred pining whims, my sacred vining whims)
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| I'll stake rare toothpicks in my dirt filled heart
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| Meander the sacred lot of you
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| In every season
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| See that visual, you are invincible
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| You hold it for your halo song |