| We know where all the red ferns grow
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| Two feet against me, but beyond my reach
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| Six keys, one whole heart for each, one whole wave for me
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| Grass stains cut my bloody knees, it’s goodpain it means I can’t be phased
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| That little death inside my sides won’t make it right
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| He wins every time I find myself inside, alone all night
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| I’ll be howling keeping you between my eyes, there I’ll be alright
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| I’ll be howling keeping you between my eyes, there I’ll be alright
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| Rorschach the pieces that I lack
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| I felt stained, cold beneath the waves, behind my suchered face
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| Cursed down, throw my certain doubt, let me let you down
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| That little death inside my sides won’t make it right
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| He wins every time I find myself inside, alone all night
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| I’ll be howling keeping you between my eyes, there I’ll be alright
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| I’ll be howling keeping you between my eyes, there I’ll be alright |