The Shins - Red Rabbits
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Hurled to the center of the Earth again,
The place where it"s hot, love,
You know, it hurts to breathe in,
And the watershed you balance on is begging it,
Well did he ever know,
Will he ever know?
The trees in the moonshine are a dark lattice,
So you catalog in the angle you notice,
In a vacuum you recharge to record this,
So you won"t make it easy on me.
And I can"t go into this no more,
It puts too many thorns on my mind,
And the necessary balloon lies a corpse on the floor,
We"ve pissed on far too many sprites,
And they"re all standing up for their rights.
Born on a desert floor, you"ve the deepest thirst,
And you came to my sweet shore to indulge it,
With the wan and dreaming eyes of an orphan,
But there is not enough,
There is not enough.
Out of a gunnysack for red rabbits,
Into the cr
