We get up early just to start cranking the generator,
Our limbs have been asleep, we need to get the blood back in 'em,
We're finding every day, several ways that we can be friends
We keep on churning and the lights inside the house turn on,
And in our native language we are chanting ancient songs,
And when we quiet down, the house chants on without us
With all the lights alive we figured what your heart was for,
And did a painting of you lying on the first floor,
And when those stop your heart burns out in love

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