And I will skim my little sail
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My friends all shivering on the rails
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Show yourself
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Show yourself
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Floating ten feet off of the ground
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Twelve millionaires coughing up clouds
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Get them out
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Show yourself
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Show yourself
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Show yourself
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Show yourself (come show yourself)
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Show yourself (come show yourself)
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Train across the island, spitting steam
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Six stations of a snowy screen
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Show yourself
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Show yourself
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Outside the fields of silver trash
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The city trembles on its slab
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Come on out
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Show yourself
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Show yourself (come show yourself)
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Show yourself (come show yourself)
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Show yourself (come show yourself)
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Show yourself (come show yourself)
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I've had enough
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I can see and almost know
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That there is no one there to help you
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There is no one there to hold you, let it go
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I've felt enough
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Can't really feel it any more
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And I know I'm closing off
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As it gets colder, can I call out like before?
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Show yourself
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Show yourself
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Show yourself
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Show yourself
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Show Yourself
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Okkervil River |