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Is everything a baited hook?
And are there locks on all doors?
If you're looking for an open book,
look no further, I am yours.
We'll behave like animals, swing from tree to tree
We can do anything that turns you up
and sets you free.

You're an exeption to the rule.
You're a bonafide rarity.
You're all I ever wanted
Could you want me?

So come outside an walk with me
We'll try eachother on, see if we fit.
And with our roots become a tree
to shade what we make under it.

Incubus, A Crow Left of the Murder...