Come down in a wind house
No sailor, no mast
No rope they would only have hung before
The disorder of the roof around my feet
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Hole in my head for the chinook
A nail pierces my skull
And all the pans are mangled
You could only make misshapen food
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Don't cry children
Mother's gone to heaven
Don't cry children
Mother's gone to heaven
Don't cry children
Mother's gone to heaven
Don't cry children
Mother's gone to heaven
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Don't cry children
Mother's gone to heaven
Don't cry children
Mother's gone to heaven
Don't cry children
Mother's gone to heaven
Don't cry children
Mother's gone to heaven