When you were young
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You were the king of carrot flowers
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And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees
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In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet
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And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder
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And dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
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As we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for
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And this is the room
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One afternoon I knew I could love you
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And from above you how I sank into your soul
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Into that secret place where no one dares to go
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And your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking
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And dad would dream of all the different ways to die
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Each one a little more than he could dare to try
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The King of Carrot Flowers, Pt. 1
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Neutral Milk Hotel |