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Calico, Alone - Anthony D'Amato
In the morning I don't do nothing
Bite my tongue and the sun gets born
See the crows and ravens are swarming
Something must have died out in the corn
Oh I grow
Twisted like a tornado
Thunder rolls
In Calico alone
Comb my hair in front of the mirror
Scrape my skin with the razor's blade
Rub my eyes so I can see clearer
Dump the ashes outta the tray
Oh I fold
Every single hand that I hold
Just skin and bone
Calico alone
I get dressed in my Sunday best
Oh how I want to come clean
Father heal me 'cause when I'm kneeling
All I feel is in between
So I sit and I stare
Into sanctuary air
Watch my breath just disappear
Try to act like I don't care
Oh I grow
Quiet as a step in the snow
It's ten below
In Calico alone
