Forget calls to teacher.
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Forget calls in line.
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We fall off furry creatures.
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Fall off all the time.
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And it's not your headdress.
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It's not your hide.
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It's feeling the cold.
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It's feeling the cold.
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(These things that we don't talk about, breathe about. Do I? No.)
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Take me over.
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Take it over time.
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Your needs keep talking.
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Your pets they lie.
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(These things we've never seen before come and meet you, come and fight you. You know they do.)
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Reeling in fog. Kneeling in fog.
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Reeling in fog. Kneeling in fog.
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I've been really better under lock.
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Come on over the side.
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Come on over.
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Take the leave for bread
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And the leave for brine.
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(It seems to me we've been lying here all night)
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And bait and bows and sows and troughs.
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I've coughed enough and I've walked as much.
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(Come to me in metaphor. We've met before and I was all in spades.)
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Reeling in fog. Kneeling in fog.
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Reeling in fog. Kneeling in fog.
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I've been really better under lock.
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When you feel the fog,
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It takes all the fog.
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I can't break the fog.
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I've been really better under lock
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