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My cup, my cup
My cup, my cup
Runneth over with love

It's too much, too much
It's too much, too much
How am I not enough?

Maybe it's just all too much
To see it all turn to dust

Mother, mother
Mother, mother
The crushing weight of it all

It's so rough, so rough
It's so rough, so rough
And it cuts me up

Maybe it's just all too much
To see it all turn to dust

Maybe it's just all too much
To see it all turn to dust

Maybe it's just all too much
To see it all turn to dust

To the sound of the raging earth
To the sound of sun's setting eyes
To the sound of the spirit's tongue
To the sound of the mother's cry
To the itch of a phantom wound
And the scorch of the blackened woods
To the falling of the sky
To the feel of forgetting why

To the wailing of the world
To the dying of this star, too far

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