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He slept in my bed
After I filled his body
With insects and panic
And grandfather sewn seeds
I was useless inside him
Trade organs for oceans
Is there a vaccine for this
To clean out all the unborn kids
Ohh
He broke me good
Where the landlord left scars
Emptied all the bedrooms
To reclaim the stretch marks
We were to our throats in grass
We tore down the tree houses
And our brothers were kindling for
The love songs that we couldn't sing
Ohh
Because we drowned all our songs in the bathtub
You could hear them way up in the rafters
And the preachers sleeping in the attic
Stole them all for scriptures
We sing nothing now
Our mothers ask us how
We pray with the lights out
For songs to fill our mouths
Ohh

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