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器乐 : Emily Sprague |
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Written By Emily Sprague |
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My hair is dirty blonde now |
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And there are even little sea sand pieces in there probably |
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I wish there were none |
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Smelling dish soap and honey across the room |
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I'll stay hiding across the wild thousands |
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You stay on those roads that fit winter rust trucks, single file |
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Sleep early, wake early |
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Folding in neatly always that this is my life feeling |
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And I shut off all the lights myself |
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In charge of every light |
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I have a few plants, but I have rescued exactly none |
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None such connection to that deep magic |
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With these hands now as I know them |
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A new scar and wow tons of plants |
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Plant-induced psychosis |
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Keep me close, I'm good invisible |
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Sitting in loss like a beanbag chair |
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If I lose my eyes |
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I've thrown them over the bluff |
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Frozen in the stream |
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To see the flood |
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And if I lose my mind |
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Please give it back to the earth |
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Fire, water, wind |
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Earth, fire, water, wind |
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And lie down |
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Lie down with me |
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It's a beautiful thing, I know |
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The last moments of the earth |
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Your blood's running cold |
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Slower and slower |
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Fireworks show |
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She's getting tired |
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She's leaving home |
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Rest under the pines |
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My love, forever now |
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I'll take bitter to the solid form of nothing |
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Put it on the altar, give it flowers and a symphony |
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Watch the morning come and take it, then mourn it 'til forever |
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The gentle salted water, there'll be no one but the weather |
