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This started as a cover of an old British schoolyard song that I couldn't find the music to. Later, we decided we liked the music and ended up writing our own lyrics to it. The original was intended to be sung while skipping rope. I'm not sure which version is better.

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I want your sincerity, you know. I want a song that will dig into my bones. I want a place to live where I can raise my kids, settle down with you and call it a home.
I want a town as big as New York, where the masses and the buildings are born. I want an anonymous place where nobody knows my name; if that were possible, I wouldn't need much anymore.
I want a bar where I can drink until my face turns numb. Gimme a bottle of wine so I can kill some time; I don't gotta prove anything to anyone.
When I get back to the house, a binding webbing forms.
Dream of hell-bound barking dogs, and then walk back out the door.
If I get this far when I grow old, I won't want for any fortune of gold.
I want the markings, instead, of a life well-lead, and the force of a body turning cold.
A lover's eye does define a life that is good and true.
Many a times I've been chilled to the spine because I wanted you.

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from A Rhythm In The Cages (2009), released December 31, 2009

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