I stare at the moon like something from a bad movie
Because I know you can see it
And maybe it will reflect our energy
Turn us inside out and people will
Wonder what happened
Why does oil seep from Saint bones?
Why are these people inside out?
They are so far apart
But, like the earthquake that made
Reel Foot Lake
I'll ripple across the country
and ring your bells
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