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The labels that I claimed as me were no more than a skin |
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I wrapped around my conciousness as if it had an end |
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The calendar that gave the date was no more than a sign |
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I walked behind to find myself in present state of mind |
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The thirteen moons divide themselves; cycles of twenty eight |
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The farmers write their almanacs, the moon is never late |
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But how we count the days and hours place walls, confine the mind |
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We live in doubt and debt, for there is never enough time |
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The minute or the moment, how you think is your oponent |
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If you're listening right now, close your eyes and count to one |
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And on the morning I was born I faced the sun and shouted |
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My mama held me in her arms, she sang while my heart pounded |
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I look to the sun |
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But I follow the moon |
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It was a rainy rainy day I stuck up my own daddy |
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I saw the rain fall from his eyes as though the thugs had grabbed me |
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I look to the sun |
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But I follow the moon |
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Follow me into the wavy wavy water |
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The miles, they passed over her face like moods of fear and doubt, and |
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The sheer vibration of her world gave waves and waves and mountains |
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I look to the sun |
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But I follow the moon |
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Follow me into the wavy wavy water |
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And when the waterway stood to the mountains |
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Dogs and people fled the town |
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I could hear that lady shouting |
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Over every screaming sound |
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And the one who ran beside me |
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Grabbed my hand and started back |
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And the people turned and followed |
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And the dogs just stopped and sat |
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She said: |
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"Follow me into the wavy wavy water" |