Untied again
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When you were used to being bound in
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When you were usually found forgetting the wild wind from the sea
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Let wet breaths begin
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Widen your mouth to suck them in
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They're coming out above your chin and then they slide in there so sweet
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And to some silent bird, I sang
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"Have you heard that icicles hang from your feet?"
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What passed as fine
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You'll think back on that sometime
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When from the darkness of the mine a few last diamonds lined your beam
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Into some shooting stream I'd spit out the dream
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That you would swim away with me
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Though from this milky sky I can remove my eye
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And sigh upon my side
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Instead some future kiss that might not exist
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I will send to unbind your hands
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And hang the hope you still don't miss the rope
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Upon the star that shone on an aching night alone
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And then some shaking song you might not sing along
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I'll float upon the rough and loving winds
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You're untied again
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You're untied again
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And that door is open
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That door is open
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That door is open
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You can walk through it
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You're Untied Again
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Okkervil River |