a goblin can dream the odor of this place if ever i wronged me i think i already changed the soil here is something and i can't even think one day at a time and i'll be light as a feather [Chorus] a goblin can dream with dirt in its teeth where the radio croons like a knife in a sleeve and the ground keeps a ledger of every small name a goblin can dream when the dark calls it plain [Instrumental] [Chorus] a goblin can dream with dirt in its teeth where the radio croons like a knife in a sleeve and the ground keeps a ledger of every small name a goblin can dream when the dark calls it plain
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