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TRACK SIX
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(Scott Walker)
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Say it got late
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on that one.
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That life-giver one.
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Hanging weightless from the wound
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in a half-light.
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Taken up I could hold him
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when all falls away.
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Prayed into each other
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you stood in the air
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and the ceiling are rising
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and falling.
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The ceiling are shining
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and slow
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peeling tongues from the ice hums
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and letting it go.
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and the ceiling are rising
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and falling.
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The ceiling are shining
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and slow
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peeling tongues from the ice hums
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and letting it go.
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TRACK SIX
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| Scott Walker |
