We need a myth
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We need an amethyst bridge
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We need a high hanging cliff
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Jump, fall and lift
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We can make it
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We need a myth
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We need a path
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Through the mist
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Like in our beds
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We were just kids
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Like what was said by our parents
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I guess
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What we're after is just this
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We need a myth
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I feel my heart's like a fist
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I want words spilling out
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From the blessed lips
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Of any prophet or goddess
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I need a myth
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Brought back to life with a kiss
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Scrape away grey cement
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Show me the world as it was again
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In a myth
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A red ribbon to reconnect
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The lady's head to her neck
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And to forget that her throat
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Was ever slit
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I guess
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What we're after is just this
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A myth
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And I'm sick
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Of all these picture books that try
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To steal some old reflections for their light
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But desperate measures point to desperate times
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Which is why
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We need a myth
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We're cut adrift
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We need a mass uplift
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The world is trembling and weeping
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And at the point of believing
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In a myth
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The sun that shines on my head
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The moon that lights me to bed
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Were two identical twins
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In a myth
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I heard the voice of a friend
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On Lethe's banks
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Wading in
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He said
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"Before I forget
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We need a myth
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As we lean in to kiss
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To get two nails
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Through the wrist
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To get covered in blood
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And to get covered in spit
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And to forgive."
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And if all we're taught is a trick
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Why would this feeling persist?
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And with the truth closing in
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I must insist:
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We need a myth.
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We Need A Myth
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| Okkervil River |
