Father Time
&
Mother Earth
are
The Reason
for
This Sitting Season
&
My Birth
yeah
my hunger
&
my sense of wonder
where does thunder
really cone from
?
and why
can't i
really walk
or
run
yeah
just like
Their Son
yeah
when
my heart
also
beat sweet
like a drum
or
move
&
groove
like
a tongue
in
the month
yeah
from
North
to
South
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