| We come to grips with our wrists, we come to sound with our mouth
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| We sing of what we think we know, mother, father, skin and flaws
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| and we move just like the birds, moving amidst the other birds,
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| and we move just like the fish, rolling away from larger
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| and I know I’m protecting the light of lichen
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| But oh you look like a morning star, to see who we are, oooooo
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| and I know you’re protecting the light of lichen
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| But oh you look like a morning star, just see who we are, oooooo
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| You look good in the west, see how you clap those hands
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| You look good in the south, see how you use your mouth
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| You look good in the east, all elbows and knees
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| To the honey dipper, to the sound shifter
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| Oh don’t you know you want to
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| See that moonrise in the rear view
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| Just like you had wanted it to
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| Temperature drops, the hot tart cools
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| Ready oh the radio calling to you
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| Right out loud she said it
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| For crying out loud they meant it
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| Sing that song like I know you can
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| Work your jaw like a blind man
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| Call like call like you own the land throw up your hands, make demands
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| You look good in the west, see how you clap those hands
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| You look good in the south, see how you use your mouth
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| You look good in the east, all elbows and knees
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| To the honey dipper, to the sound shifter?
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| You look good in the north, whip your hair back and forth
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| You look good in the east, door, the wall, move your feet
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| You look good in the south, make your makers proud
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| You look good in the west, you look good in a dress
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| I feel, I feel, I feel like a morning star
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| I feel, I feel, I feel like a morning star
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| I feel, I feel, I feel like a morning star
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| I feel, I feel, oo oooo ooooiooo oooooiooo
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| Sound with our mouth, we call it grips with our
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| We call it grips our wrists
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| We call it sounds with our mouths
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| We call it grips with our ahh, ahhh |