My hearts stopped pumping But my blood is still alive The rain hits the ground Swallows drop in And the trees they dry it up And dice the sky My eyes wake up Tracing lines of cursive But my brain is sleeping fine Form the horizon One more thing for you and I to do Cutting cat faces Before we shut our eyes In the pines And youll blame me Cutting cat faces And Ill blame you In the pines And were both right Cutting cat faces in the pines Cutting cat faces in the pines They say his teeth are wood Mark the path back And they want my pictures of him To the point of departure The rain hits the ground Two by two and four by four And the trees they dry it up The pines, they lay down Were wood screws Were wood screws All of our lives All of our lives And were wood screws Were wood screws All of our lives All of our lives And the rain hits the ground I lay down And the trees they dry it up With the southern range My chain hits the wood Swallows drop in And the wood it turns to dust And dice the sky I picture you Tracing lines of cursive As if you were a pine On the horizon My heart stopped pumping My heart stopped pumping But my blood is still alive But my blood is still alive Were wood screws Cutting cat faces in the pines All of our lives And were wood screws Mark the path back to the point of departure All of our lives Well my hearts stopped pumping Two by two and four by four But my blood is still alive The pines, they lay down And I lay down with the southern range I lay down with the southern range I lay down with the southern range I lay down with the southern range I lay down with the southern range with the southern range I lay down with the southern range with the southern range I lay down with the southern range with the southern range I lay down with the southern range with the southern range I lay down with the southern range with the southern range I lay down with the southern range with the southern range
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