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There is a darkness to these jaded days |
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Maybe it's a seasonal affected disorder |
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Or maybe we're just sad |
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There is photosynthesis |
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We crane our necks for sunlight |
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There's a different sun for everyone |
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And it's bigger than me, this sun is bigger |
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Yeah it's bigger than me, this sun is bigger |
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So much more to eat, this sun is bigger |
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To be bigger than me, this sun is bigger |
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There is a vacuum |
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There are boys with toys |
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These toys of coldness |
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And a smart arse |
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There is a cuckoo |
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Who's been and lain in my nest |
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And the egg is hatching |
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And Christ |
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I'll never be able to feed it ' |
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Cos it's bigger than me, this chick is bigger |
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Yeah it's bigger than me, this chick is bigger |
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So much more to eat, this chick is bigger |
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To be bigger than me, this chick is bigger |
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Oh yeah! I should welcome all |
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Both fallow and fertile |
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I should welcome all |
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Both circumcised and gentile |
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But I can be so, so elsewhere |
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And I can be so, so cold |
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There is a world |
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So full of people |
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Full of love and shrapnel |
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Full of bag ladies and bag ladies and |
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Wicker men |
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And it's bigger than me, this world is bigger |
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Yea it's bigger than me, this world is bigger |
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Still so much more to eat, this world is bigger |
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To be bigger than me, this world is bigger |
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Am I a stone? |