Sparrow and the medicine

She said, "I don't want your medicine and
I don't need the sparrow in my heart"

When I'm covered by the thunder I get rid of
all your breath deep in my lungs

Splayed in the wind apart


And when I touch the ceiling on a spring day
Wishin' it could heed up every crow
So that they could lift me by my shoulders
Take me from this frozen lake and let you know

Bring on the groove

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