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He knows your name, boy |
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You'll write it down |
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Under bridges into town |
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And whats that rusting?, you're fathers crown! |
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And our mother sleeps in the ground |
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I go out walking, my own feet |
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And I might sing, "Oh bury me" |
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And from the bedroom exudes the awful sound |
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And our mother sleeps in the ground |
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Oh, snakes on the ladder |
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Oh, my eyes were something i saw |
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There's a motion in the sky |
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And the singer who called outside |
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To the woods reflecting back a million sounds |
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Of our lives, inside the forest off Greyhound? |
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Oh, Snakes on the ladder |
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Oh, my eyes were something i saw |
