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TRACK SEVEN
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(Scott Walker)
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Stump of a drowner.
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The delta holder.
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Lowered up from his boulder
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and riding pains
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steady blowout.
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All those arms in the gullys
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chewed through at the wrists.
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All that won't flood awake-
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-all that listens and lifts
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Deserting your lead
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while the figure is also carrying
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Deserting your lead
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while the figure is also carrying.
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Your hands are drained.
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Your skins are stained and heavy.
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Go to ground
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you are sealed against the night.
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Spotted head blood head
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heat up the stars.
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Polish and silence away your parole.
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She's a dugout;
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her second sleeps
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dreagging the roads.
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Her fixed strays
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shine from ditches
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wherever she goes-
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-Deserting your lead
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while the figure is also carrying
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Pry open those jaws
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try and hear your own way out.
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Driven in deep;
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you save yourself the burying.
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The darkness swarms;
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Try and hear your own way out.
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TRACK SEVEN
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| Scott Walker |
