Heirloom

I have a recurring dream
 Every time I lose my voice
 I swallow little glowing lights
 My mother and son baked for me
 During the night
 They do a trapeze walk
 Until they're in the sky
 Right above my bed
 While I'm asleep
 My mother and son pour into me
 Warm glowing oil
 Into my wide open throat
 I have a recurring dream
 Every time I feel a hoarseness
 I swallow warm glowing lights
 My mother and son baked for me, oh
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 They make me feel so much better
 They make me feel better
 We have a recurring dream
 Every time we lose our voices
 We dream we swallow little lights
 Our mother and sons bake for us
 During the night
 They do a little trapeze walk
 Until they're in the sky
 Right above our heads
 Right above our heads
 While we're asleep
 My mother and son pour into us
 Warm glowing oil
 Into our wide open throats
 I have a recurring dream
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 They make me feel better
 They make me feel better