Heavy were the words dripping from my brain
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flow about and sink in little bitty bits
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where I know I know myself where floors were found
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shores were shaping doors
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stretch for miles and mile and miles
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I know I know myself
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and everyone hidden from the sun
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pepper churns and salts about my little nose
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where I know I know myself
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and if you love everybody
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then I wonder, shall you be saved
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and I'm thinking, when will we be found
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I need you sunshine this rains a poured
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please please please please please me...
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Sun Brother (Excerpt)
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| Portugal. The Man |
