Holopaw - Mammoth Cave lyrics

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Empty pocket... take hold of the lamb's ear between your thumb and finger... all pilled and threadbare. <br />

I'll lead you down from the hip towards the falls...<br />

azalea-blushed, turned red so slow we couldn't remember <br />

if it was ever pink at all.<br />

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Canary's throat is pink and ribbed with sailor's songs.., <br />

remembrances and cursing the black hole.<br />

Poor son of a bitch, couldn't even fly for the mist...<br />

can't remember the ocean but felt the pitch and roll in her chest.<br />

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This path, it tightens off. <br />

I hear the ocean in it's depths...<br />

past the flowstone and the icicle fence.<br />

Cocksure sailor, you're polished gypsumand warm milk shore-leave-abandon and lashes heavy from the mist.<br />

I'll lead you down..<br />

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Canary's song caught in her throat... <br />

closed off sharp and crystalline. <br />

Her songs still hang in the tracery.<br />

Poor son of a bitch, couldn't even fly for the mist....<br />

Color leached out so slow she couldn't remember if she was ever pink at all.

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