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I cannot think of that song with this music onAnd I never want to goBack to ArkansasEven if you've gone from thereEven if you've goneYou handled me like an infant skullAnd I cradled you like a newborn (night)mareand I always long, long to go back therestraight back down the hallway and up the stairsto that bedI asked the deer, could the hunter she hear come a'creepin, creepin, creepin, creepinI whispered in her ear so sweet and sincere but she was already dead a'sleepinThe ground where she lay was red, sour and stained and I kissed her, kissed her, kissed her before I walked away and I never want to go back there down the path to the place where she layWe can close our eyes and cry out to the darkness, there is still this light in usThere is this fight to be right where we belongThis ribcage, it is a staircase Climb, climb it to my irisyou can live there, you know who I am You know who I am SongtexteI am your appleSo open up the book and read to me your favorite passageAnd know that I will be right here and I will listenI hear youAnd I have heard youFor one thousand years Aus Songtexte Mania