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"Silica" (written by Kristin Hersh)
Let the ache out Spread it around You want to fly him in You want him Play a grown-up 'Til you grow up If you could, you would If you could, you
would I swallowed some bad voodoo, Caught it in the gut Wish you were here, Wish I was not You hear someone wanting you How can I fume, Then be
bursting with kindness? A gracious cocoon in the
shadows We're in good company, Us lefty-Lucy's Play a grown-up 'Til you grow up If you could, you would If you could, you would This
is a touch prayer, Praying for you Wish you were here, Wish I was, too Come see how okay we are Come see how okay we can be Picture her silica, lifting her shirt to the sun Picture her silica, lifting her shirt to the sun (Cherry neck sea) Easy
now, easy now, easy now Picture her silica, lifting her
shirt to the sun (Cherry neck sea) Picture her silica, lifting her shirt to the sun (Cherry neck sea) Easy now, easy now, easy now Picture her
silica, lifting her shirt to the sun
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