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I was born reckless 
Ignited by the wind that called my name 
I misread the clearest message: 
Most of life is captive to the brave 

A baby in the brightest, bluest month 
A sky full of electric lights 
Mama said I was the only one 
Maybe she was right 

But I don’t wanna know 

This family tree 
It only ever grows in the cold 
Though its leaves are evergreen 
It might be getting old 

But I don’t wanna know 

And it’s holy ground we’re fighting on 
This road is dangerous and so very long 
We’ve picked our poisons and made our own beds 
And even these words might be something I’ll regret 

But I, I, I don’t wanna know 

I was born reckless

Claire Hawkins

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