I will return here one day
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and dig up my bones from the clay
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I buried nails and strings and hair
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and that old tooth I believe was a bear's
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I held my hand in the fire
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it burned me down to the wires
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blood suckers hide beneath my bed
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And black fumes of skin so gently bled
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I slept with a cat on my breast
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slowing my heart stealing my breath
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at sunrise the monkeys will fly
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and leave me with pennies in my eyes
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I will return here one day
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and dig up my bones from the clay
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I buried nails and string and hair
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and that old tooth I believe was a bear's
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at sunrise the monkeys will fly
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and leave me with pennies in my eyes
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Eyepennies
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| Sparklehorse |
