There's a woman here with a broken record player
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And a dusty compass off to map the country's new behavior
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Strange words that we hold on back into the river
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Brave boys in the empty coats of men
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There's a kitchen timer, distractions and reminders
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That the rolly-pollies slowly crawling across your family's china
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Strange words that we hold on back into the river
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Dead dogs only want to live again
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There's a serpent charmer, pair of shoes and wander
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Speeding ticket, you're not leaving that last land of slaughter
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Strange words that we hold on back into the river
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Good girls come and kick you in the shin
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There's a hopeful hunter with a hapless sense of wonder
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And a million claw marks on the rock he hid his money under
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Strange words that we hold on back into the river
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And made men only want to live again
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Serpent Charmer
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