| You were young and you’d stare
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| With a reverence unimpaired
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| There was an echo far and faint
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| Beneath the air remained
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| You were young and you’d stare
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| Where my limbs hung far and fair
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| Make a ladder of what folds
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| And climb up in me
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| You push and you pull and you tell yourself no It’s like when you lie down, the veins grow in slow
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| You push and you pull
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| But you’d never know
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| I crept up in you and I Wouldn’t let go There was no light and I swear
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| I could see your raring fear
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| I heard the plains moaning back
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| I saw the thunder roll o’er black
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| There was no light and I swear
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| We sat still in our fear
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| Make a ladder of what folds
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| And climb up in me
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| You push and you pull and you tell yourself no It’s like when you lie down, the veins grow in slow
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| You push and you pull
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| But you’d never know
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| I crept up in you and I Wouldn’t let go I carve out the spaces (and I)
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| Imparted graces (and I)
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| I couldn’t shake it (and I)
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| I built a constellation lair
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| Out of the moles that hovered there
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| A fever billowed with the wind
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| And I bade the sky therein
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| I build a constellation lair
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| Out of the moles that hovered there
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| Make a pardon of what knows
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| And climb up in me
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| You push and you pull and you tell yourself no It’s like when you lie down, the veins grow in slow
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| You push and you pull
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| But you’d never know
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| I crept up in you and I Wouldn’t let go You push and you pull and you tell yourself no It’s like when you lie down, the veins grow in slow
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| You push and you pull
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| But you’d never know
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| I crept up in you and I Wouldn’t let go |