Paroles de Another Song About Camping
the electric webbing that surroundsbouncing and is itself all things
reveals itself at dawn
the grammar of the woods need not
distinguish between question and answer
so neither do I that can't help thinking
I can't help but think what am I
that can't help thinking
i can't help but think what am i
that can't help thinking
i can't help but think
what am i?
that can't help thinking
i can't help but think what am i
that can't help thinking
i can't help but think
what am i?
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