Cut my teeth on sweetgrass
Still I have this taste for bitterness
Maybe I was born with it
Rains(?) of milk and honey coulda run through my body. Sweetest ghosts could haunt me.
Have you seen a fire cutting through wild forest?
Burning heart(?) has forced it
Pleading, Save me from my sin
Oh I fear I'll hurt someone else
And my flames grow so tall
I can't see you at all
Stand helpless(?)
Way up in the deep, in the dark sea
No one will follow me
No one will follow me
Cut my teeth on sweetgrass
Still I have this taste for bitterness
Think that I was born with it

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