I was laid up in a blue bed
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talkin' to the apparition
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he was spittin' out his history
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I was young and liked to listen
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I would listen to the whispers
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I was noticing my mother
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hang her hands into the water
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of a well where little pinchers
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snipped the tips of all the fingers
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I was crying like a singer
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and I went:
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ooh-la-la-la
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ooh-la-la-la
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ooh-la-la-la
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ooh-la-la-la…
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My friend’s a flash of red hair
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and we took off all our clothes where
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it was cool inside the closet
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and the floor it started pounding
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as a kid had came across it
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I was staring at a spider
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spinnin' out a silver wire
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it was haulin' up a robin
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that had broken from its brothers (?)
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we were singing to eachother
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and it went:
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oh-la-la-la
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oh-la-la-la
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oh-la-la-la
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oh-la-la-la…
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well a woman is a weaver
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(I am always sad to see her (?))
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she is weppin' when I leave her
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(carved it out from little squeezers (?))
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and her still room is lonely
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(we can call about the ____(?))
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little lonely bones inside it
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(is it cool inside the meadow?)
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and the still room is quiet
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talking to the apparition
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(I had fallen by the petals (?))
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on the morning I went missin'
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(I was staring at the feathers)
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I was young and liked to listen
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(eyes and houses, little daughters (?))
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I was starting to exist, then
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(I had awoke and had recovered)
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at least I hadn’t been before then
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(I was icy, I was water (?))
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he was sayin' what was missing
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(I was icy, I was water (?))
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I was trying to remember
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(but I hadn’t been before then)
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I had just begun existing
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(and the universe was shaking)
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I had walked out from the weather
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(as I sun my little sister)
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i was missin' like a feather (?)
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(we were singing to eachother)
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and she said:
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oh-la-la-la
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oh-la-la-la
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oh-la-la-la
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oh-la-la-la…
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she said:
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do you wanna?
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do you wanna?
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do you wanna?
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do you wanna…
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do you wanna, sing?
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do you wanna… |