Another Song About Camping Songtext

the electric webbing that surrounds
bouncing and is itself all things
reveals itself at dawn
the grammar of the woods need not
distinguish between question and answer
so neither do I that can't help thinking
I can't help but think what am I
that can't help thinking
i can't help but think what am i
that can't help thinking
i can't help but think
what am i?
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