MOTION SUGGESTS ITSELF
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I traced my family line
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it ends up with a wave of passing grain of days
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forgetting she's away
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here's the straight and narrow
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rock my wheelbarrow
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and it's filled with the lies and the dirt and the hurt
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but I won't need someone to let me be
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I bought the cotton threads
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and the voice could soothe your captivate your senses
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like a ginger ale rain
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those who got the marrow curse the tainted pharaohs
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take off expect fun you might learn how it runs
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but I won't need someone to let me be
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MOTION SUGGESTS ITSELF
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