They've been circling
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They've been circling
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Since the day they were born
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It's disturbing
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How they're circling
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Fifty feet from the pond
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Pretty often
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Pretty often
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I don't want to be told
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It's a problem
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It's a problem
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It's a problem I know
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And I won't keep what I can't catch in my bare hands without a net
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It's hard enough to walk on grass so conscious of the consequences
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They've been jerking
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They've been jerking
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In a pail by the dock
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I know that oxygen might
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Make them blossom and die
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But I'm not going to talk
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Feed them details
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Feed them emails
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They'll eventually grow
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But it's not working
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It's not working
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Not as far as I know
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And killing things is not so hard it's hurting that's the hardest part
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And when the wizard gets to me I'm asking for a smaller heart
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And I got you
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I thought that I got you
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now I'll ruin it all
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Feeling helpless
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Acting selfish
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Being human and all
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And they're jumping
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And they're jumping
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But they'll never get out
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Just keep touring
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Just keep on ignoring
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Be a good little trout
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And the butcher stops and winds his watch and lays their lives down on the block
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He raises up his hatchet and the big hand strikes a compromise
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Wait, we'll trade you
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Wait
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Please just one more day
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And then we'll go with no complaining
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No complaining
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No complaining
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No complaining
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Stop
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Come
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And they're cutting
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And they're cutting
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And I think that I know
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And they're gutting
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And they're gutting
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And I think that I know
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And it's beating
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Look, it's beating
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And I don't want to know
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And it's beating
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Look, it's still beating
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God, I don't want to know
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And killing things is not so hard
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It's hurting that's the hardest part
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And when the wizard gets to me
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I'm asking for a smaller heart
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And if he tells me "no"
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I'll hold my breath until I hit the floor
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Eventually I'm know I'm doomed
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To get what I am asking for
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Now my heart is exactly the size
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Of a six-sided die cut in half
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Made of ruby red stained glass
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Can I knock you unconscious as long as I promise
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I'll love you and I'll make you laugh?
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Now my heart is exactly the size
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Of a six-sided die cut in half
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Made of ruby red stained glass
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Can I knock you unconscious as long as I promise
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I'll love you and I'll make you laugh?
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Trout Heart Replica
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| Amanda Palmer |
