| My fingers are the only bones I want here
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| She takes me when I share my den and turn my tide
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| She knows I have a tendency
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| I make mountains out of stones
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| And with that timber, burn a hundred fires
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| I’ve been around and up and down this road before
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| I’ve eaten all the seeds you yearn to give
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| When I was born she made a garland of the broken weeds
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| I’ve always worn it and forever she has lived
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| How did you know
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| When I would go
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| When I swim back to you
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| I can only tread water while you tend to my other
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| She is only lonely for you
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| Back when all her quiet words were thunder
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| And her answers were all crooked little truths
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| I was heavy as a hazard
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| In an unmade bed
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| A spinning lies
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| With empires for my youth
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| How did you know
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| When I would go
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| When I swim back to you
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| I can only tread water while you tend to my other
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| She is only lonely for you
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| I can build a nest in any scaffold
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| Dwelling in the revelry I keep
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| I’m traveling in a nightmare on a map back to the greenhouse
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| Take me to the garden where daydreams sleep
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| How did you know
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| When I would go
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| When I swim back to you
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| I can only tread water while you tend to my other
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| She is only lonely for you |