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village, I'll follow\n  'Cause happiness ain't being a swallow\n\n  I'm tired, faint (Don't you worry, I'm your brother)\n  On the old (Finch rise early, but you'll recover)\n  Beware, it's there (I said, I said)\n  She's here, smile (I said, I said)\n  You'll find reasons (Ma, ma, mama)\n  To power all the seasons (Ma ma, mama)\n  Power hope infuses the blood (Ma, ma, mama, ma ma)\n  The child dies\n\n  Look who's got a beautiful place (On a summer day)\n  On the Avenue Saigon (There's a village way)\n  Usually we have socks (And the leaves are golden)\n  And my compass to outdoor (And the trees are colder)\n  And crouch under a bush like a mater\n  'Cause happiness ain't lovin' it's winter\n\n  No more, bye (And if there's trouble, I'm your brother)\n  Thrown back out (You'll talk subtle, but that's a cover)\n  Your plan on your hands (I said, I said)\n  Must carve into shape (I said, I said)\n  Streets are powered (Ma ma, mama)\n  With people lovin' (Ma ma, mama)\n  Words are destined to break down (Ma, ma, mama, ma ma)\n  And bats will fly\n\n  Lame, lame (I could have told you to be livin' in the place like one?)\n  The doctor only picks what he wants (I could have told you, you better let the building run)\n  Sage (I could have told you)\n  So give it to the preacher now (To be livin' at the building now)\n  Mad in here, was welling from the westering wing (I could have told you)\n  A moment rang (to be livin' in a building)\n  Your mother's said, \"your girl is gone\"\n\n  Swallow do you want to come home (Now house is bare)\n  And we'll ride in my buggy (And your mother, lonely)\n  Take me 'cross the Indian waves (And your village cries)\n  And we'll swim with the great whites ('Cause the kid is older)\n  But you can still think back to the wild\n  'Cause happiness was being a child\n\n  My bones see (Every morning, I'm your brother)\n  For your eyes (Memories push you to paint another)\n  When you retire (I said, I said)\n  She's here, smile (I said, I said)\n  You'll find razors (Ma ma, mama)\n  The doubt always saves 'em (Ma ma, mama)\n  I am the reason that (Ma ma, mama, ma ma)\n  The child dies\n\n  Bang, nail (I could have told you)\n  A doctor only preach like one (to be little in the pouring down)\n  Space (I could have told you)\n  So give it to the preacher now (To be little in the living red sun)\n  Madeline (I could have told you)\n  Is hanging from the west-wing field (To be livin' in the pounding drum)\n  A moment rang (I could have told you)\n  And the moment said, \"your girl is gone\" (to be livin', off far away)\n\n  Don't you pray if it's only the play then\n  Writhe its stampings into the ground, yeah\n  I won't wait for you in a mural if\n  You won't wait for me in Albania\n\n  I feel so elusive in Houston\n  You feel so exclusive in Houston\n\n  I feel so elusive in Houston\n  You feel so exclusive in Houston\n\n  I feel so elusive in Houston\n  You feel so exclusive in Houston\n\n  I feel so elusive in Houston\n  You feel so exclusive in Houston\n\n  I feel so elusive in Houston\n  You feel so exclusive in Houston\n\n  I feel so elusive in Houston\n  You feel so exclusive in Houston\n\n  I feel so elusive in Houston\n  You feel so exclusive in Houston\n\n  I feel so elusive in Houston\n  You feel so exclusive in Houston\n\n  I feel so elusive in Houston\n  You feel so exclusive in Houston\n\n  I feel so elusive in Houston\n  You feel so exclusive in Houston\n"}]