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This track features me slapping my thighs, pounding on a wall, and was recorded in the darkness of my closet beneath my scarves.
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He was born to the field, he was born beneath the apricot tree
With blistered little fingers, tub half empty
His unapologetically red mouthed mother continued to bake his daddy's bread
His three arrow-slingin, shootin older brothers nearly always knelt and prayed before bed
Farmer's smooth-faced son stood a'shoutin, waist-deep in the golden bearded wheat
Asking a God who hid behind purple clouds to stand him up on two farmer's feet
But your feet don't belong to a farmer, your feet are not your own
If there's one thing you learned from your Daddy this summer, you reap the crop that you've sown
While you're out running, tell me, did you ever see me coming?
Standing out to scare the crows,
Why is heaven silent? Only heaven knows.
She smoked her first cigarette, his glass-eyed dolly
Unapologetically red-lipped
Tasted something like independence day with her ring on her finger on her hip
He said, "run, my little angel!
Run, my baby doll"
He said, "run, my little baby
Or at least little darling, try to crawl"
He said, "Run!"
He's a runaway, a fugitive, he's gone beneath her stare
He's run so far inside himself only God can find him there
And while you're out running, tell me did you ever see Him coming?
Standing out to scare the crows, why is heaven silent? only heaven knows.
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