Tell the feelers I'm bleeding
Bandaged up, but still seeping
Tell them finally I'm clean
Bathed in blood, but still clean
Tell them softly what I'm keeping
Tally it up and send me streaking
Tell them all why I'm lean
Eating words, but still lean
Tell the wolves I'm leaving
Unpacked, but still seeking
Tell them wolves I'm mean
All alone, but still mean
Tell them wolves that I'm up stream
Young rivers flow up stream
I'll be floating on a dream
Everyone's with me
Young rivers, young rivers of mud
Are over flowing with a new kind of
Undone love, undone love
Young rivers, young rivers of mud
Are over flowing with a new kind of
Undone love, undone love
Young rivers, young rivers of mud
Are over flowing with a new kind of
Undone love, undone love
Young rivers, young rivers of mud
Are over flowing with a new kind of
Undone love, undone love
Tell the flowers I'm blooming
Brighter than they knew me
Tell them finally I'm clean
Bathed in mud, but still clean
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