the tremolo of insects cuts the canyon’s furrowed brow
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cloud armada swarms in morning
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through the night it kept a good eye on me
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clocks in morning cliff morning cloud
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everyone i’ve ever seen naked, I remember all at once
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how any woman dared how do me
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strobes in naked ache and buzz
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the clouds come whisper in my ear
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the angels each play an angle
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the angels circle back to say
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"keep an eye out for the clouds today"
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the clouds are only the front lines for UFO field patrol
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but what I don’t let the angels know is I’m in cahoots with the UFOs
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ever since the mothership headquarter's sun confided in me: I am one
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the rivers constant exhale while cliffs cut blacker against black
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fade into flared salmon meat landscape
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when the big siren in the sky arrives
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and I see the river’s flow the opposite way
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then I’d been hearing it all night
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A Song About Camping
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| Make Believe |
