And the winter moves about Illinois
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When my sister picks a fight
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With the Alexander boy
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And my father locks the car by the store
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Still we figure out the keys
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And follow him once more
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Oh my God, we see it on the floor
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The woman on the bed
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The ankle brace she wore
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Stones and sled
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It could have been some other
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The mind that knows itself
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Has a mind to serve the other
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But we run back, scratching at the door
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Scratching at the door
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If I'm hiding in the sleeves of my coat
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When my father runs undressed
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He's pointing at my throat
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And my brother has fit in the snow
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And the traffic stops for miles
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We take him by the elbow
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Oh my God, the shuffling and the floor
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A mind that knows itself
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Is a mind that knows much more
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So we run back, scrambling for cover
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The mind that knows itself
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Has a mind to kill the other
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(Oh my God, no one came to our side
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To carry us away from danger)
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Oh my God
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He left us now for dead
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He left us now for dead
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The Mistress Witch From Mcclure (Or, The Mind That Knows Itself)
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| Sufjan Stevens |
