| The way she sleeps her mouth’s a wide open basin
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| I pulled her woman teeth out
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| She fights me like a woman does
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| Water eyes and gum sucking pouts
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| I use her teeth to guide me
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| More use that some divining rod
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| Her teeth was worn to nubbins
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| In my mouth her teeth gone soft
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| I showed her teeth to the people
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| As I spat them cross the floor where they froze
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| I picked up the crumbling molars
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| That now leave more than me alone
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| And now we ought to rise up
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| And now we ought to rise up
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| And with this group of people
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| Each with a molar in hand
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| A new form of divining until we do find the land
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| Her teeth guide us cross the country
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| That’s when we see it’s all worn out dirt
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| I imbibe myself back in line that’s when I realize
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| All our mouths hurt
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| Her teeth should lead us to water
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| 32 mouths gone dry
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| We should return to that wide open basin
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| Before we crumble break and dry
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| And now we ought to rise up
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| And now we ought to rise up
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| Ashes to ashes and dust
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| If he won’t have us then the other must
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| Ashes to ashes and dust
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| If he won’t have us then the other
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| Her teeth have led us back to the basin
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| Her gummy maw heaves a wheeze
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| Her mouth is filled with water we dive in
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| Divining what we need
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| Her teeth drag us down in the water
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| 32 mill stones we drop
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| 64 feet slip on her gum backs
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| And I divine she won’t let us rise up
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| And now we ought to rise up
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| And now we ought to rise up
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| Me and the people by the water
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| Me and the people passed on by
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| Me and the people by the water
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| Me and the people passed on by
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| Me and the people by the water
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| Me and the people passed on by
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| Me and the people by the water
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| Me and the people we done passed on by |