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she can't dig holes with a shovel she won't shake hands with the devil and when she's caught in the middle she pulls away and it feels [chorus] like a north wind breezin' your body again like a slow day makin' it's way in the dark to a mouth where the feelings start rushing out like the blood from a beating heart she holds the neck of the bottle her every thought is a riddle you try to rise to the level you sink back down and it feels [chorus] a strange and delicate creature who only lives if you love her invites you to swim in her river and leaves you under the earth [chorus] like a north wind like a slow say to a mouth where the feelings start rushing out like the blood from a beating heart.