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The river where your legs meet sprouts wings and runs and crawls and kicks and now speaks
The feelings I get now are close but I doubt they could ever compete
I remember drinking Kool Aid its odour and its taste and drinking 7-Up to get well
A picture of Jesus and an Indian over my bed, and playing with parts of my self
And now you're so forgiving
And now you're so forgiving
And now you're so forgiving
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