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Oysterhead
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Little Faces
In the dawn When my toes are cold They spread their little trinkets on the ground In the hall By the closet door They creep into my bed without a sound
By the cube In a plastic egg A hundred fabric figures in a pile See them march Toward me in a line And dance across the floor in single file
Little faces keep no track of time Little faces speaking out in rhyme Little faces smiling in my mind
Tiny doors For walking though While sticky fingers clutch forbidden things And the phone For talking through They often pull the cable when it rings
Sinking ships Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com On a foamy sea That roll and tumble slowly from the motion of their filthy little hands Their little hands
Little faces keep no track of time Little faces speaking out in rhyme Little faces smiling in my mind
In the dark When their eyes are wide They listen to the secrets that I tell In a ball On their tiny beds Or beneath them where the shadow people dwell
And the moon Beams that split the night Leave bars of yellow pasted on their faces As they drift into a dream In a dream
Little faces keep no track of time Little faces speaking out in rhyme Little faces smiling in my mind
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