we're always outrunning the flood
it leaves us knee-deep in the
buried in teeth
buried in teeth
buried in teeth
can't tell if i've
send some friendboats made from wood bones
for all that i
somehow, we'll have to find
the bones that we left in
oh we lost be old magic
even tragic could not be
this, this is
and this, this is
banjo blues, confused train
track me
dance, dance, snow
flur, flurry home
and dance, dance, snow
flur, flurry home
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