Tykes who feast but do not pray
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Sun dried cheeks and sun dyed grains
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Spilled in the house that they leave like geese
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Travel in the night like a pearl thief
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Believe in ghosts and set them free
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Bury your heart, don¡¯t shake that sheet
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Give your teeth to the crocodile cave
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Under my wings and on my head
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Twisting heads with the sounds of change
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Change so often they¡¯ll be dead
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Kissing the people that you¡¯ll all burn
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Trusting your friends without thinking best
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Leaving yourself to kill your grief
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Rooms can be lonely, but that don¡¯t mean
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I want a son who can float and fly
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I¡¯ll take a daughter who laughs and cries
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When you are home you can do as you please
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Some have homes in falling trees
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One day our homes will all fall down
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One day your body will be in the ground
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When I wonder
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I often sit wondering, my brain gets so delirious
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When I wonder
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When ghosts from other places come and meet me do I know that they¡¯re a
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friend?
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When I wonder
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I often sit wondering, my brain gets so delirious
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When I wonder
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When ghosts from other places come and meet me do I know that they¡¯re a
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friend?
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Time to feast, don¡¯t wait to play
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?
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Off in the dust where they feel like kings
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Some got hurt and some did sing
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I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder
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I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder
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Who will win?
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I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder
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Wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder
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Who will win?
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Bad feelings I know
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Good silence means we're home
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Fickle Cycle
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