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A tangled acre.
A tall tree shaker.
A mountain maker.
A mountain breaker.
A fault line quaker.
A torn off anchor --
Pulled up the river
And washed out in the tide.
My hot heart healer
Is a sweet street feeler
And a wild wind wheeler.
The pink prince of failers
Is a spoiled sea sailer.
Wincers to wailers
Are all pulled up the river
And washed out in the tide
Through the ocean on and on.
My healed heart drainer
Is a spike bull slayer
And a black wave breaker
And a blackbird baker
And a baby waker
And a baby taker
When he's pulled up the river,
The lights sliding behind.
Pulled up the river
And washed out in the tide
Through the ocean on and on.
The light grew twelve hundred blood red blooms.
The night drew you under and you're gone.
A tall tree shaker.
A mountain maker.
A mountain breaker.
A fault line quaker.
A torn off anchor --
Pulled up the river
And washed out in the tide.
My hot heart healer
Is a sweet street feeler
And a wild wind wheeler.
The pink prince of failers
Is a spoiled sea sailer.
Wincers to wailers
Are all pulled up the river
And washed out in the tide
Through the ocean on and on.
My healed heart drainer
Is a spike bull slayer
And a black wave breaker
And a blackbird baker
And a baby waker
And a baby taker
When he's pulled up the river,
The lights sliding behind.
Pulled up the river
And washed out in the tide
Through the ocean on and on.
The light grew twelve hundred blood red blooms.
The night drew you under and you're gone.
Lyrics submitted by Kozumou
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