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Split your wood and carry your water
 One long day you'll come to attest
 All your healing, all of your bleeding
 Lay those mighty hands to rest
 Curse the dirt, and bury your heart there
 There's holding patterns for a son
 All your worth, all of your empathy
 Will colour your hands when you are done
 At the gate, you'll be signing up your name
 And your face will fall into the fate
 And won't you heed your mark
 Is it something that you leave?
 Or is it something that you feel?
 Or is it something that you feel?
 Burn the cedar, hear the crackle
 'Cause now just supersedes the past
 I'm believing in the needing
 'Cause I have grown old with you
 With you, I sold the dying sun
 Come the moon to rest and colours run
 And when you heed your mark
 And is it something that you leave?
 Or is it something that you feel?
 Or is it something that you feel?
 Is it something that you feel?
 (Mhmm-hmm-hmm)
 Not in charity, not in family
 Lived together in a burrow
 All my hope, all of my history
 I am here for others now
 At the gate, we'll be signing up our names
 And your face will fall into the fate
 And when you heed your mark
 And is it something that you leave?
 Or is it something that you feel?
 Or is it something that you feel?
 And when you heed your mark
 And is it something that you'll leave?
 Or is it something that you feel?
 Or is it something that you feel?
 Or is it something that you feel?
 Is it something that you feel?
 Is it something that you feel?