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arrowtown
02:24
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shadow puppets on the whanganui river
palms full of strawberries, dancing in arrowtown
you know what yarrow looks like now
i'm going on a hiking trip and i'm bringing secrets and tissu de mensonges
another bottle of wine, boysenberry ice cream in the park
rock paper scissor to find our true feelings spark
i can hear your whistle call my name
a lesson in letting go
fighting my tendency to romanticize
your clarity and honesty tear through the fog i float in
but i'm a realist too
led by heavy feeling, i'm trying to step gently on this ground
my heart is tender,
my heart is tender
you know what yarrow looks like now
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hollow
01:17
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the fog swallows me whole
for a second i don't exist at all
the wind holds its breath
i become a shadow of myself
there's a storm rolling in
so i lay my belly to the sky
drown me in the pitch of the pines
for how can we grow among all the weeds?
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shasta
01:26
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when i close both my eyes will i be sure to find
myself perched on a rock above a mountain top
and look down to see deep blue staring at me
you lie on your back, black crow leaving track
your cigarette in my lungs, a knot undone
press my body in this stone, the birds are soaring low
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bare
02:56
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sit in my car, turn the lights off i can see my breath
we don't have to talk, i just wanna stay here a while
and my mind goes to my favorite mountain
we were planting all those seeds
but they never grew any more than a couple inches
i would check on them while you were gone
i would think about you, i would really miss you
now we're in washington reading grimm's fairytales
you would fall asleep first
i fell in love with a life i never knew of
you were part of it all, so i loved you too
in montana i held my breath so tight
i tried to be honest with myself but i was so confused
i know i hurt you
i'm sorry i hurt you, but i felt it too
i felt it too
i felt it too
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forester
03:44
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how about that time on forester pass
13,000 feet, my heart skips a beat
and i knew i couldn't look back
i was scared and it's a hard fact
but i don't think i can make it on my own
all the nameless rivers begin to overflow
white water waist deep, i won't go at this alone
but there's bravery in honesty
and honestly my will to live it stronger than anything
so i pack my bag and take the bus north
i stretch myself to the point of breaking down
i'm learning to trust my gut and the weight of it's heavy sound
why does this hurt so bad
i miss my friends, feels like a heart attack
but i keep on repeating the words they left me with
how intense pressure creates intense bonds
so i lift my head and walk along
i lift my head and walk along
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