In cycle,
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I'll lead you around the ocean,
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Where grass grows,
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And remnants of you in devotion,
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My breath's out,
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Inhaling upon trees, it's frozen,
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And look out,
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And trace along the house where shit is frozen,
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Then holding,
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Quietly,
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The sound is dead,
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and sing in turn,
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in light.
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When life meets child, your only plight
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in light.
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When ceilings smile, we'll sleep a while
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in light.
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I'll take you for walks among the patients,
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She had a pretty dad,
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But she was growing out of play-school,
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Still she could kick and scream and play,
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Until she wanted to.
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My little chocolate girl.
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Her brother barely out of high school,
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lived in a place where he could scream,
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until he wanted to.
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Oh fuzzy tidy cat.
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And she could bury him in apples
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and curl around a bowl of cotton
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'til she wanted to.
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Still she had to speak loud,
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'cause hearing isn't, ¡°I am here with them¡±,
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And we took,
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a picture: Sunday flowers in the garden.
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And quite late,
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still drinking with the boys until it's later.
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And pray small,
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your hopes of something better to show her,
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And holding tight,
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the sound is dead,
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it's singing time
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in light.
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When life meets child, your only plight
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in light.
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When ceilings smile, we'll sleep a while
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in light.
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I'll take you for walks among the patients,
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She met a pretty boy.
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And they would dance between their elders
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and she would cream until the wine she bought had settled in.
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My little chocolate girl.
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She used to love the stars of England.
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She slept on records and her market jewelry
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from her school,
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Her colors matched the room.
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And she would twirl around the curtains,
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she had a hand to hold her chin up
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when her friends walked out,
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the kid across the street.
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He'll keep around when she was changing,
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And he would wait and she would tell her friends about the boy.
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Her Mom and Dad at home.
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She had saliva in her pockets,
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She gave a girl when her last grace hath found thee, dig the day
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So good, my chocolate girl,
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Oh won't you like an 'A'
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So put your lanterns on across the maze,
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So I won't feast on folly,
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Bell of the rain who brought the stings and dead
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and who will pop the trade,
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'cause I can't see you.
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I'll open up my brain again.
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[repeat]
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Chocolate Girl
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Animal Collective |