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Muscle connects to the bone
And the bone to the ire and the marrow
I wish I had a gentle mind and a spine made up of iron
Mouth connects to the teeth
And teeth to the loves and curses
Honey
Can you reach the spots that need oiling and fixing?
H-E-L-P
Help me, help me
H-E-L-P
Help me, help me
Muscle connects to the bone
And the bone to the ire and the marrow
So I pretend these aren't ten strings attached to all ten of my fingers.
H-E-L-P
Help me, help me
If you could only go somewhere else
H-E-L-P
Help me, help me
H-E-L-P
Help me, help me
H-E-L-P
Help me, help me