Tigertarkla In Your Place

A walk through my mind, oh, we're jogging now, wait is that a couch, I'm going to lie down for a bit

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I want what I want when I know you are gone

I want cooking pots and a nice leg of lamb

I want parts of you when you’re not around

A heart, and one lung and a little bit of spleen

I want stoves of hot, searing meat to the bone

I want, full of rot, the innards of your soul

I want cuts of you just to hang about

A toe and a hand and the bone from your knee

I’ll only be happy when you come back home

With your talk and your smile and your mouth full of teeth

I’ll only be happy when I’m not alone

With your hams and your ribs sticking right next to me

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