| When you were boy you stuck
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| Your thumb inside the light, inside the light
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| Morning bottle warm
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| Holy compass ready you would run into the wild
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| Gathered in its arms
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| (In its arms)
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| (In its arms)
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| When you’re in the city you’re
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| A tangled native tongue
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| Another tongue eating fear for free
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| Know the wild that wants you
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| Know you’re not another pillow on
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| A gun drifting off to sleep
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| And come home
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| And come home
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| Hear your own bones say «Heal yourself, yourself»
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| Hear your own heart moan
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| «Love yourself, yourself»
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| When you were a girl salt was
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| Beading down your back
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| And all the braves were tangled in your hair
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| Candy for lips and for your love
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| All you were given was a bruise
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| Falling down the stairs
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| When you’re in the city and its talking to itself, to itself
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| Stealing what you sing
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| Know the wild that wants you
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| When the sun is underground
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| And park police are laughing off your leaves
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| Hear your own bones say «Heal yourself, yourself»
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| Hear your own heart moan
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| «love yourself, yourself and come home» |