.His lips don't move
But still he speaks
His dark green eyes
Stare at me
He tells me of his Papa
Working on the railway
Blowing his harmonica
In the morning
I'm Checkin' in, checkin' out
Feeling loved, filling out
Deeper fish, deeper lungs
Deeper .
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