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Your head's a busy place |
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A port for thoughts coming back |
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Like ships flown overseas |
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While swarms of birds passing by |
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If I could catch a thought sometime |
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I'd put it in a safe place |
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To the elements I've got |
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And next time I would check it would be gone |
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Until single spark ignites it to new light |
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Until single spark ignites it to new light |
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Until single spark ignites it to new light |
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And it comes back to you finally getting through |
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Your heart's a messy place |
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A giant garbage dump |
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For all feelings you can't handle |
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That's where you bury all of them |
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And wait 'til they decay |
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Until single spark ignites them to new lies |
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Until single spark ignites them to new lies |
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Until single spark ignites them to new lies |
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And it comes back to you finally getting through |