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Run! Ran! Run! Rah!
02:13
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half a day to run to, to run through, it's sunny and a
half a day to find dogs, to saddle up, to get it done, iditarod
I said a half a day to fine tune, to fight through to fine tune it's sunny
and a heidel day da dum dye day!
Well, the north is crying out with a very large mouth
got a taste can't spit it out
and I am not the one to tangle with the fate line
I can feel my bones shaking is it just me
or just how it's supposed to be?
the mystery is pressing on my eyeholes
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Nobody ever wants to be in the kind of town where
in the atlas you can never see, politically blinded
certainly it hurts when people aren't aware of your being
Riding on the bus you always see the very same faces
every single day and week by week, so you can tell me
everything about their lives and all of their favorite things to eat
Peering through the gates I see
two very hungry towers glistening
filling all the lines with energy
do you every stop and think of what they're eating?
Has anyone ever been in your house that didn't always live there
If you were my only friend, could it be that
I could never see your bedroom
with all the books and magazines that you read
Do people ever disappear at night, vanishing suddenly
with winks from the guards who stand outside and secretly imply
that scientists inside experiment to see if people burn chemically
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Tramplebeasts
03:26
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Filling blood up with so many silly humors
it's a shiny shiny drug that shapes the thoughts between the knees
a brimming house filled up with all the simplest pleasures
it's a happy happy home a sanctuary for childish glee
I like lit-so-low a little honesty
Total standout with all of the perfect gestures
not an itty-bitty bug but a full-blown tramplebeast
gazing over, she always sees two different flavors
and those are sour bones wrapped right up in sugar sweet
Say you will, over the meadow
I'm crashing there at your feet
and where you go, you'll know that I'll follow
cause where you are is where I'll be
Went and got lost out in rural Pennsylvania
got caught outside when the rain was falling sheets
and through the brambles I stumbled on a hidden river
it's an icy icy flood in which I finally wash my feet
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