| Tell the feelers I’m bleeding
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| Bandaged up, but still seeping
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| Tell them finally I’m clean
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| Bathed in blood, but still clean
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| Tell them softly what I’m keeping
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| Tally it up and send me streaking
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| Tell them all why I’m lean
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| Eating words, but still lean
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| Tell the wolves I’m leaving
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| Unpacked, but still seeking
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| Tell them wolves I’m mean
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| All alone, but still mean
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| Tell them wolves that I’m up stream
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| Young rivers flow up stream
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| I’ll be floating on a dream
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| Everyone’s with me
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| Young rivers, young rivers of mud
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| Are over flowing with a new kind of
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| Undone love, undone love
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| Young rivers, young rivers of mud
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| Are over flowing with a new kind of
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| Undone love, undone love
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| Young rivers, young rivers of mud
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| Are over flowing with a new kind of
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| Undone love, undone love
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| Young rivers, young rivers of mud
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| Are over flowing with a new kind of
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| Undone love, undone love
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| Tell the flowers I’m blooming
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| Brighter than they knew me
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| Tell them finally I’m clean
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| Bathed in mud, but still clean |