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lyrics

I can't think clearly today.
From the moment I wake up
the computer keys link up
to the wires from my finger tips

I've forgotten how to dogear pages
I think I'll waste the whole day
trying to remember that brilliant line
I thought of last night

These hands they used to be vines.
They used to be alive.
The words that I mumble raise fallen trees from woodchippers, without making a sound.
These bedroom walls used to be ears.
They used to make me smile.

I'm sorry I wanted real mountain tops,
but the way those coyotes
stare so fearlessly
at me from parking lots
turns me on

These hands they used to be vines.
They used to be alive.
The words that I mumble raise fallen trees from woodchippers, without making a sound.
I'll write the great American novel
when I feel like it.

I lost the scarf my mom knitted me
one night with a girl I won't talk to again
and now my neck is cold.
my neck is cold.

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from Last Night I Dreamt Your Body Was Made of Words, released September 10, 2010

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gathering wool to spin yarns.
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