Out in the yard cave wires are burning
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Can't see too far today, over there
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Feel against your skin
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heat comes from nowhere
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and when the smoke is gone
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something else is standing there.
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In the time it takes to crawl out of the water
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the serpent walks, and then he speaks.
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We tend the fire, blood is on the spear
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and the pictures on the wall tell the story of the hunt.
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The Hunt
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| The Samples |
