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Memory comes when memory's old I am never the first to know Following the stream up North Where do people like us float
There is room in my lap For bruises, asses, handclaps I will never disappear Forever, I'll be here
Whispering Morning, keep the streets empty for me
I learned to not eat the snow My fur is hot, my tongue is cold On a bed of spider web I think about to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent There's no room for innocence Take me home before the storm Velvet mites will keep us warm
Whispering Morning, keep the streets empty for me
Uncover our heads and reveal our souls We were hungry before we were born