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There's much you've shown
That I don't understand
There are sixteen holes
in your arms
From the years in Houston
You had a car
From the years in Houston
We've got little scars
And you wanted music
To play
So they gave you harvest
To sow a new day
There are big white curtains
Behind the glass
Where you are sleeping
Machinery and math
This daylight scratches
And dances on your chin
Through the big white curtains
The only one let in
And you wanted music
To play
So they gave you harvest
To sow a new day
And you wanted music
And you wanted music
To play
There's much you've shown
that I don't understand
There are sixteen holes
in your arms
You left the city
And lost your way
And with harvest
Sow a new day
