| The scent of my hands is familiar
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| to prostrated men
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| in their call
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| to guide me their spirits
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| from fire, fire, fire, fire
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| whose speak was so tenderly
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| whose speak was so tenderly coaxed
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| The tinge of my eyes is familiar
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| to prostrated men
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| in their call
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| to get close, close, close
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| to their closetly homes
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| Illuminate the worlds of the ghosts
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| Ears ring and teeth click
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| and ears ring and teeth click
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| and ears, ears
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| Ears ring and teeth click
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| and ears ring and teeth click
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| and ears ring and teeth click
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| and ears ring and teeth click
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| Ears, ears ring
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| The air is familiar
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| So is that smell
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| Dead voices cover their bones
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| Refill their quiet tones
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| with vessels of earth
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| and the cry of detritioning bones
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| Dust off my necklace, familiar
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| To culminated piles,
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| To the culminated piles of bones
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| that shift with the earthquakes
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| and trembles, trembles
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| and call these men up to their,
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| and call these men up to their thrones
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| The scent of my skin is familiar
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| to prostrated men in their call
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| to guide me their spirits
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| from fire, fire, fire, fire
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| whose speak was so tenderly
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| whose speak was so tenderly coaxed
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| The air is familiar
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| So is that smell
|
| Dead voices cover their bones
|
| and refill their quiet tones
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| with vessels of earth
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| and ladies that they have ungirthed
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| Ears ring and teeth click
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| and ears ring and teeth click
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| and ears ring and teeth click
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| and ears ring and teeth click
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| Ears, ears ring |