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The Acorn
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Flood
You lift your head from wild and wicked sleep Where seven-headed serpents hiss soliloquies While picking snails from the river of the valley Don't see the storm clouds piling up so quietly
The rushing river rattlesnakes your legs And baby boy's got you drinking from the dead As you lick your lips and paddle for the levee The sinking banks are sifting through your teeth
As you float up, see the river skins the valley Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And strips the sleeping sediment of memory
You lift your head from wild and wicked sleep The withered river sputters at your feet And all around the sound is slow and muddy The sunlight scatters pennies through the leaves
As you wake up, see the river skins the valley You'd love to wash this summer from your memory
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