you I was tumbling back home
I was just pushing down the pavement
And you run, and you run, and you run,
and you run got to pick up your knees
As long as she don't kill us
we'll be stronger in the end
And every boy out there on Bogle
Street is dying to get in
And you run, and you run, and you run,
and you run got to pick up your knees
And you run, and you run, and you run,
and you run got to pick up your knees
She gave me room to amble,
And the old red door was always open
to the angels and the devils
And nobody was young when they heard her mouth
when she told us everything we never knew
It was the song of the grande madame
Mother Maple I drink from your syrup
And I am thankful for the
And I see more and more how you suffer,
When your roots leave the earth I will stay
and get my honey from the trees
Laughter in the cottage house,
could last for hours long
When we heard the last gasp we all
gave up our mother's song
And you run, and you run, and you run,
Mother Maple I drink from your syrup
And I am thankful for the blood
And I see more and more how you suffer,
When your roots leave the earth I will stay
and get my honey from the trees
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