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I called up the moon for a little consultation. |
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Yes, you know that I'm a happy man, but something in me is burning. |
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I gotta push it, push it out, |
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So much frustration. |
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The moon called me back |
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And said "I'll give you some advice: You gotta live a little lighter, |
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You gotta breathe a little deeper |
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You gotta suck it, suck it in. |
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There's your medication." |
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If you pray to God for rain, |
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don't you complain about the lightning. |
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If your asking for directions, |
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don't you moan about the distance. |
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Must you lose it, lose it all? |
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To find your appreciation. |
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If you rid of all your baggage you will likely float away. |
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But you can't know beauty if you don't know pain |
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Gotta feel it, feel it all. |
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There's your medication |
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You know you are as small as the things you let annoy you. |
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And you know you are gigantic as the things that you adore. |
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Some days you give thanks. |
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Some days you give the finger. |
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It's a complicated creation. |
