Take an axe to your past
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To your family tree
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Carve a face from the wood
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An effigy
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Make wings from the leaves
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Hide from the bark
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Kindling
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for the hair
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Rose for his heart
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Someone to draw you right
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Someone to catch the light
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Draw the blue from the skies
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into his eyes
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Carve the lines on his face
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A map of the race
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Juice from the root of a beet for his skin
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Set the tides
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of the blood
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with the pulse of the drum
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Someone to draw you right
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Someone to catch the light
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I’m alive
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I’m alive
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Wash the boy in the stream
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So tenderly
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Press his lips to your lips
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Give him your breath
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He awakes with the weight
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of the vision he holds
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Sees the rent in time
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through which he must fold
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Someone to draw you right
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Someone to catch the light
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I’m alive
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I’m alive…
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Stir the heart with a drum
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Kiss smoke in his mouth
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Show him signs of a life
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That’s a whole lot better
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And he calls down the rain
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Tornadoes & hurricanes
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There’s a world in his veins
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That’s a whole lot better
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I’m alive
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I’m alive…
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Fingers raised to the sky
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A snake for a spine
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He’s drunk on a life
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That’s a whole lot better
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Teach him songs of the bees
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Double helix and honey comb
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Play him wind through the leaves
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That’s a whole lot better
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Alive, I’m alive….
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Bubbles
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| James |
