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I move alive
With a secret world locked up in the nether
The dye
Grew up by vines
Leaving all of men alone with the weather
In my eyes
Glass butterfly
Like a womb we're stuck a timely endeavor
In the sky
I am satisfied to have brought you pleasure
In my eyes
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The Figurehead
02:33
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In the woods I've seen a fox
Back and forth running through the trees
He is right where he's meant to be
As you are looking back at me
Is this my figurehead
In our house there was a death
You and I aren't like the rest
I imagine you on a ship
Being right where you're meant to be
Is this my figurehead
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The Girl Doesn't Weave
05:05
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Her hair the texture lightens the blow
The ground is on her face she's laughing although
He moves into her space
The knife she hides in her back it meets him in the heart
His arms his smile retract
They were at war
The boy he's on his knees
But the girl she doesn't weave
No she don't do anything
And I know the boy he's meant to be
But the girl she doesn't weave
No she don't do anything
The crunch her feet are crystal on snow
Her hands are red and white a smile everyone knows
She's alright
The body she left at the stream the pastor holds her hands
He crumbles forgiving esteem
He doesn't understand
The boy he doesn't breathe
But the girl she doesn't weave
She just ponders everything
And I know the sails the boat it gleamed
But the girl she doesn't weave
No she don't do anything
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Away Laughing
05:22
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The hair on her arm prickled up as my fingertips brushed along her skin
Constellations abound
Her tan in the stars
We look at the ground
And as we set upon the pedestal the wind sets the curtain for her eyes
Her horizon is set
Our grip it is strong
Our moons have met
I feel her love but is it enough
And as we fell back the wind assaulted every move we made
Made her smile look like sunshine in the glade
My vision locked on her canopy
And the blue in her eyes it clung to me like California sky
Our grasp an ebb and flow Pacific-wide
My heart beats waves against the cliff
And I gotta know
I feel her love but is it enough
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