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Lift your head from wild and wicked sleepwhere seven-headed serpents hiss soliloquiesand while picking snails from the river of the valleyyou don't see the storm clouds piling up so quietlyThe rushing river rattlesnakes your legsand baby boy has got you drinking from the deadyou lick your lips and paddle for the leveethe sinking banks are sifting through your teethAs you float up, see the river skins the valleyand strips the sleeping sediment of memoryYou lift your head from wild and wicked sleepthe withered river sputters at your feetand all around the sound is slow and muddythe sunlight scatters pennies through the leavesAs you wake up see the river skins the valleyyou'd love to wash this summer from your memory Aus Songtexte Mania