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Thin end of the wedge, scabby head Crawled under the bench, scabby legs Pigeon on a ledge in the end Pigeon on a nest, double eggs Breaking when you say, "Who's to blame?" Breaking when you say, "They're to blame" How can we exist? How can we know how to do this? Torn to shreds, pigeon on a ledge Pigeon on a ledge, scabby head and legs Tightening the grip will break the eggs Never ending new, measuring the roots Getting out the tools to start a new Climbing up the tree, grabbing at the nest Tightening the grip will break the eggs Pigeon on a ledge, scabby head and legs Never ending new, getting out the tools For measuring the roots Measuring the roots of the tree Deep into the ground, going deep Choosing what to keep, treasure chest Painful letting go off the rest Dice that were unrolled came undone Unraveling, the whole came undone Breaking off a limb when you fell Breaking off a branch, so you fell Breaking when you say, "Who's to blame?" Breaking when you say, "They're to blame" How can we exist? How can we know how to do this? Torn to shreds, scabby head and legs
Writer(s): Kate Stables, Jamie Whitby Coles, Neil Smith, Rosalind Anna Leyden, David Vernon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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