When mute tongues can speak
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And relate their need
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I make fun of skins laying in a dark room
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In a piglet's eye
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If the dream had wings
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Then the nest of feathers could freeze without them
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I never knew how to fear correctly
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When we were seven we would hit directly
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By some misgiving that you dealt ineptly
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All was forgiven when you knelt to help me
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See the boy of smiles
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With the teardrop shape
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Shuddering and crying with the wind knocked from him
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And the kids just stare
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Is this guy for real
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Some mistakes are all too apparent
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It's nothing personal--just a lousy memory
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Dissected birds are my adopted family
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I pool myself until I see anemones
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All was forgiven when you knelt to help me
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In a can of boys
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Across a crowd of thorns
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Everyone is laughing all expensive painful
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Windbreaker is torn
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Friendly tree has scars
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Experience is necessary to be normal
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I never knew how to fear correctly
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When we were seven we would hit directly
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By some misgiving that you dealt ineptly
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All was forgiven when you knelt to help me
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It's me...
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When Mute Tongues Can Speak
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| Posies |
