There is somewhere I'd rather be
among the trees the buds and bees
the lasting hot springs
the flora and lovely things
that run to hidden spaces
I'll grow in these places
kick up dust with a scaly one
i'll grow my own to beat the sun
lets crawl under my rock we'll spend the cold
warm like this till we grow old
poison kisses ensure we last
what doesn't' kill us we'll live fast
die sooner than decay
the sun has to die someday
until then mountains we will scale
scavenge the bottom with a whale
lick the dust off the moon
take the song from the spoon
scratch my back with your nails
mammal remnants tell tales
share my story with the floor
where someday i'll find that sunny shore
taken for granted these leaves will feed you
no matter how far your ties
take my strength in lieu
but my head will always rise
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oh baby
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