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No matter when I lie down, the day always has the same length |
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I try to wake with the dawn, but still the dark comes just as fast |
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and the small birds make cute shadows on the white water?, and the brick wall, and the wood shed. |
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It smells like a gym when you sleep under the bedspread and you won't know until you leave and come back in again. |
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If I'm gonna make it across, |
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I only wanna swim once. |
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I'll be a dolphin and turn to excited to land |
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and I'm learning shit on the way |
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and I won't til it's over and no way to tell anyone anyway |
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No matter how I lie down, the pillow always makes the same crease. |
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I try to move it around and sleep so hair won't get out of place. |
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If the routines will fail, I worry that I will fail as well. |
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It's a gigantic arc??, that breathes the sunlight to the trees arms?? |
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It's a shame that you can't go back to where you left off like an old tape in a tape deck. |
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It feels like a sauna when you have the heat up and the goose down and the sunlight on the window ledge. |
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If I'm gonna make it across, |
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I only wanna swim once. |
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I'll be a dolphin and turn to excited to land |
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I hope at the end of the day |
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I'll have the courage and something important and comforting to say. |
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Oh my word, is it enough? |
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All my words, are they enough? |
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and I hope that they're enough. |
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and I hope I've done enough. |
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Take a breath and brush it off. |
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Brush your teeth and sort your socks. |
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Sort of lean against the rock, |
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If the rocking chair won't stop. |
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Oh my God, I'm giving up. |
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Oh my eggs in different cups. |
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Oh my fears were not for naught, |
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Oh my ears have heard a lot. |
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Hey don't sweat, the little stuff. |
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There but for, the grace of us. |
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Do you leave the one who touched? |
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You've touched me and that's enough. |
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There you go, I'm cheering up. |
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???? Tied to a truck. |
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And I thought I was hot stuff. |
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But it's just that I was burning up. |
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Oh my word, is it enough? |
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(Take a breath and brush it off.) |
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All my words, are they enough? |
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(Brush your teeth and sort your socks.) |
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and I hope that they're enough. |
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(Sort of lean against the rock,) |
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and I hope I've done enough. |
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(If the rocking chair won't stop.) |
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Oh my God, I'm giving up. |
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(Hey don't sweat, the little stuff.) |
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Oh my eggs in different cups. |
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(There but for, the grace of us.) |
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Oh my fears were not for naught, |
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(Do you leave the one who touched?) |
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Oh my ears have heard a lot. |
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(You've touched me and that's enough.) |
