Vultures Dance.
I had to cut my ears, so I couldn’t hear you scream.
I walked toward the river and spotted a fish.
Dance, Dance, Dance.
Bells ring, the sun peaks through this
Alaska air. Dance with me because
I am the one that loves you.
If you have a bad day, let me touch your cheek.
Wipe this across your lips, trust me darlin’
I been here the whole time.
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